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[RE\7SED EDITION.] 

HYMNS 



X 



SPIRITUAL SONGS, 



SELECTED AXD ORIGINAL. 



BY THE REV. STARKE DUPLTT. 



Twenty -Second Edition. 



L UISVILLE : 
PUBLISHED BY MORTON & GRISWOLD, 

AND SOLD BY COUNTRY MERCHANTS GENERALLY IN THE 
WESTERN states: 



1 841 . 



iJN'iTEi) States of America, ) <^ - 
DistricL of Kentucky, \ "^ 

Be it remembered, that on ihe second day of Au- 
g-ust, Anno Domini, one thousand eight hiinared aiid 
thirty-two, \Y. ^Y. Worsley, of the said District, hath 
dojxwitod in this ofllce the title of a book, the title of 
which iy in tlie words foliowing, to wit: 

'Hymns and Spiritual Songs, selected and original. 
By the If.EV. Starke Di:puv. Seventh edition; en- 
larged and greatly improved.' 

The right whereof he claims a.s proprietor, in con- 
Ibrmily with an act of Congress, enritlcd ' An act to 
ajneiid the several acts respecting copy-rights.' 
JOHN H. HAXXA, 
Clprh of (Jie District of KenU'cky. 



PREFACE. 



Christian Reader : 

Desiring and hoping to do some religions good, 1 
again publish a new edition of nw selection of Hymns^ 
in which I have added a number of Hymns and Songs 
not contained in the former editions. The compiler 
has taken much pains to collect, connect, and place 
under one rimning head, hymns on the same subject, 
for the convenience of ministers of the Gospel and 
teachers of sacred music ; ibr the comfort of doubtmg, 
pious Christians, and for the encouragement of the 
penitent soul. 

Beloved brethren in the Lord, although I have re- 
moved from Kentucky to Tennessee, 1 have not for- 
gotten my Kenmcky brethren. Many sweet and com- 
fortable hom-s have I had with you, my dear brethreru 
Although we are far separated, yet I hope one spirit 
unites us to our blessed Immaxuel. Thus we are o?ie 
in Christ — happy, — thrice l^lessed ! — if we are united 
to Jesus. Not all our affliction, turmoil and pain, shall 
spoil our future b!i?s, or keep us from our Father's* 
house. Soon we shall see Jesus, and meet each other 
my dears, never to part ! Perhaps this is the last salu- 
tation I may make you in life. My lungs yet continue 
too weak to bear public preaching. I beg you to im- 
plore the Divine Majesty to make yom* very unworthy 
brother Starke Dupuy useful in some way while he 
lives ; to support him under all his trials, and especially 
to fit him for heaven, " the chief of sinners." And i 
also beg your prayers in behalf of all my family, par* 
ticularly one son, who is sorely afflicted ivith fits. 

O, that my blessed Jesus may make loe of some 
Janning veri«8 x seiisnce to arouse iti «cure, and 



bring some precious, thoughtless sinner to see his ios( 
condition, and lead him to his lo\'ing arms, that he may 
obtain pardon and salvation. Dear, precious sinner 
pray consider that you are condemned by God's holy 
Law ; that you are mifit for heaven ; that the wrath 
of Almighty God abideth on you ; and that, dying un- 
converted, your immortal soul must }>erish eternally !II 
O, flee to Jesus for salvation. 

To conclude, your unworthy servant would implore 
the kind bestower of every good, to crowTi his feeble 
work with success. He would humbly dedicate it to 
all who love sincerely our blessed IMMAXUEL ; and 
may the Spirit of all Grace bear on celestial wings 
tliese sacred lines, 

" And smile on each divine attempt 
To spread the Go?pel rays." 

May his sacred influence inspire each humble breas/ 
to praise KING JESUS, while sinners learn his name 
and join the sacred song in sweetest harmony. 

STARKE DUPUY. 
j Tennessee, near Memphis. 



HYMNS. 



MORNING HYMNS. 



BuRKETT.] 1, C. M A Morning Hymn, 

MY God was with me all the night, 
And gave me dweet repose ; 
My God did watch e'en wliile I slept. 
Or I had never rose. 

2 What terrors have I 'scaped this night, 

Which have on others fell I 
Nmnbers have, doubtless, slept their last. 
Perhaps have waked in hell I 

3 Sweet sleep restores tliat strength to me 

Which nature did devour ; 
My body did in weakness rest. 
But it is raised in power. 
i Lord, for the mercies of the night, 
JMy humble thanks I pay, 
And mito thee I dedicate 
The first fruits of the day. 
5 Let this day praise thee, O my God, 
And so let all my days ; 
And O, let my eternal day 
Be thy eternal praise. 



2. C. M. A Morning Hymn. 
rilHE veil of night is now withdrawn, 
-■- And day salutes our eyes ; 
Fatigued and spent we laid us down, 
RefreshM and hale we rise. 



6 MORNING HYMNS. 

2 Safe guarded by th' Almighty arm, 

Securely we have slept. 
While he wlio never sleeps, from harm 
Our senseless bodies kept. 

3 Come, then, let's early thanks repay, 

To him who never sleeps ; 
He shades the night, he gilds the day, 
Our sleeping dust he keeps. 

4 Let's live to him wliose quick'ning voice 

A dying life prolongs ; 
As daily he renews our joys, 
Let us repeat our songs. 

3. C. M. A Morning Hymn, 
\ WAKE, my soul, to meet the day : 

-^^ Unfold thy drowsy eyes. 
And burst the pond'rous chain that loads 
Thy active faculties. 

2 God's guardian shield was round me spread 

In my defenceless sleep ; 
Let him have all my waking hours, 
Who doth my slumbers keep. 

3 Pardon, O God, my former sloth, 

And arm my soul with grace ; 
As, rising now, I seal my vows 
To prosecute my ways. 

4 Bright Sim of Righteousness, arise, 

Tiiy radiant beams display, 
And guide my dark, bewilder'd soul 
To everlasting day. 



4. L. M. A Morning Hymn. 
WAKE, my soul, and with the sun 
■ Thy dail}" stage of duty rmi ; 

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise, 

To pay the morning sacrifice. 



A 



MORXING HYMNS. 7 

2 Glory to God, who safely kept, 

4nd hath refrcsh'd nie wliile I slept; 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless life partake. 

3 Walie, and lift up thyself, my heart. 
And with the angels bear thy part, 
Who all the ni^ht miwearied sing-, • 
All glory to th.e heavenly King. 



Dr. Watts.] 5. C. 31. A Morning Song. 

ONCE more, my soul, the rising dsy 
Salutes thy waking eyes ; 
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
To him that rules the skies. 

2 Night mito night his name repeats. 

The day renevrs tlie sound. 
Wide as the heaven, on whicli he sits 
To turn the seasons round. 

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame ; 

My tongue shall speak his praise ; 
My sins would rouse his wrath to liame, 
And yet his wrath delays. 

4 [On a poor worm thy power might tread, 

And I could ne'er vnthstand ; 
Thy justice might have crush'd me dead, 
But mercy held thy hand. 

5 A thousand wretched souls ore lied 

Since the last setting sun, 
And yet thou length'nest out my thread, 
And yet my moments run.] 

6 Dear God, let all my liours be tliinc, 

Whilst I enjoy the light; 
Then shall my sun in smiles decline, 
Knd bring a pleasant night 



i MORNING HYMNS. 

Daniel.] 6. L. M. 

rilHIS morning- let my praise arise 
-*- To Him, who all my wants supplies ; 
He has preserv'd me all tliis night, 
To see once more the morning light. 

2 Ten thousand, since the setting sun, 
To an eternal world have gone ; 
Ten thousand more on beds of pain, 
While I, in life and health, remain. 

3 May I, this day, by grace pursue 
The work designed for me to do ; 
And, w4ien my work on earth is done, 
May angels bear my spirit home. 

4 There to behold my Saviour's face. 
And praise his rich, redeeming grace. 
And, through a long eternity. 

Give praise to the Eternal Three. 



Watts.] T. L. M. 

GOD of the morning, at whose voice 
The cheerful sun makes haste to rise< 
And, hke a giant, doth rejoice 

To run his journey through the skies. 

2 Oh I like the sun, may I fulfil 

Th' appointed duties of the day, 
With ready mind and active will, 

March on and keep my heavenly way, 

3 Give me thy counsel for my guide, 

And then receive me to thy bliss; 
All my desires and hopes beside 
Are faint and cold, compared witli this. 



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Watts.] §. L. M. 
A Song for Morning or Evening. 
Y God, how endless is thy love ! 



Thy gifts are every evening new; 
And morning mercies from above 
Gently distil like early dew. 

2 Tliou spread'st the curtains of the nighty 

Great Guardian of my sleepuig honrs ; 
Thy sovereign word restores the light, 
And qidckens all my drowsy powers. 

3 I yield my powers to thy command; 

To thee I consecrate my days ; 
Perpetual blessings, from thy hand, 
Demand perpetual songs of praise. 

EVEXLXG IIYMXS. 



9, S. ^I. .4/2 Evening Hymn, 

THE day is past and gone, 
The evening shades appear ; 
O, may we all remember well, 
The night of death is near, 
2 We lay our garments by, 
Upon our beds to rest j 
So deatli will soon disrobe us all 
Of what we now possess. 
S Lord, keep us safe this night, 
Secure from all our fears, 
Beneath the pinions of thy love, 
Till morning light appears. 
4 And when we early rise. 

And view tii' unwearied sim, 
May we set out to win the prize. 
And after glory run. 
A2 



10 EVENING HYMNS. 

5 And when our days are past, 
And we from time remove, 
O, may we in thy bosom rest, 
The bosom of thy love. 



10. C. M. An Evening Hymn. 
TVrOW, from the altar of our hearts, 
-^^ Let warmest thanks arise; 
Assist us, Lord, to offer up 
An evening sacrifice. 
S This day God vras our sim and shield 
Our keeper and our guide ; 
His care was on our weakness shown. 
His mercies multiplied. 

3 Minutes and mercies multiplied, 

Have made up all this day ; 
Minutes came quick, but mercies wero 
More swifl and free than they. 

4 New time, new favours, and new joy\ 

Do a new song require — 
Till I shall praise thee as I would. 
Accept my heart's desire. 



11. C. M. An Evening Hymn. 

NOW, one day more of life is gone, 
A doubtful few remains ; 
Come, then, review what thou liast doa 
Eternal life to gain. 

2 Dost thou get forvrard in thy race. 

As time still posts away ? 
And die to sin and grow in grace. 
With every passing day ? 

3 O, do not pass this life in dreams;, 

To be siu-prisM by death, 
And sink, unthinking, dovm to flamcSt 
When God demands thy breath. 



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EVENING HYMNS. U 

4 No ; every day thy course review, 
The real case to learn ; 
And, with renewed zeal, pursue 
Thy great and chief concern. 



12. L. M. An Evening Hymiu 

GLORY to thee, my God, this night. 
For all tlie blessings of the ligJit ; 
Keep nie, O keep me, King of kings^ 
Beneath thine own almighty wings. 

2 Forgive me, Lord, for tny dear Son, 
The ill that I this day have done ; 
That witli the world, myself, and the«, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live, tliat I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed : 
Te^ch me to die, tiiat so I may 
Rise glorious at the av/ful day. 

4 O, kt my soul on tliee repose I 

And may sweet sleep my e2/e-nd3 close ; 
Sleep, that shall me more vigorous make. 
To serve my God, when I awal;e. 

5 If in the night I sleepless lie, 

My 8oul v.'itli heavenly thoughts supply ; 
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 
No powers of darkness me molest- 
Praise God, &c. 



Dr. Watts.] 13. C. M. An Evening Sonff, 

DREAD Sovereign, let my evening song 
Like holy incense, rise ; 
Assist the offerings of my tongue. 
To reach the lolly skies. 
Q Through all the dangers of the day, 
Thy hand was stiU my guard ; 



12 PROVIDENCE. 

And still, to drive my wants away, 
Thy mercy stood prepared. 

3 Perpetual blessings from above, 

Encompass me around ; 
But O, how few returns of love 
Hath my Creator found. 

4 What have I done for him that died 

To save my wretched soul ? 
How are my follies multiplied. 
Fast as my minutes roll I 

5 Lord, with this guilty heart of mine, 

To thy dear cross I fice. 
And to thy grace my soul resign, 
To be renew'd by thee. 

6 Sprinkled afresli with pard'ning blood, 

I lay me down to rest, 
As in th' embraces of my God, 
Or on my Saviour's breast. 



PROVIDENCE. 



Addison.] 14, C. M. 

'Providential mercies reviewed. Ps. ciii. 1. 5. 
^HEN all thy mercies, O my God, 
My rising soul surveys ; 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 
Li wonder, love and praise. 

2 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul 

Tiiy tender care bestow'd, 
Before my infajt heart conceiv'd 
from whom those comforts flow'd. 

3 When in the slippery paths of youth 

With heedless steps I ran. 
Thine arm, unseen, conveyM me safe, 
And led me up to man. 



GOD. 13 

4 Through every period of my life 

Thy goodness I'Jl pursue, 
And after death, in distant worlds. 
The pleasing theme renew. 

5 Through all eternity to thee 

A grateful song Fll raise : 
But, O! Eternity's too short 
To utter all thy praise. 

GOD. 



Williams's Psalms.] 15. L. M. 
The unity of God. Dcut. vi. 4. 

ETERNAL God I Almighty Cause 
Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown; 
All things are subject to thy laws, 
All things depend on thee alone. 

2 Thy glorious being singly stands, 
Of all within itself possest ; 
Controll'd by none are thy commands, 
Thou from thyself alone art blest. 

3 To thee alone oiu'selves wc owe, 

Let heaven and earth due homage pay ; 

All other gods we disavow, 

Deny their claims, renounce their sway. 

4 Spread thy great name thro' heathen lands, 
Their idol-deities dethrone ; 

Reduce the world to thy commands. 
And reign, as thou art God alone. 



16. L. M. 

The spirituality of God. John iv. 24. 

TIIOU art, O God ! a spirit pure. 
Invisible to mortal eyes ; 
Til' immortal and th' eternal King, 
''^he great, the good, tlie only wise. 



14 GOD. 

2 Whilst nature changes, and her works 

Corrupt, decay, dissolve and die; 
Thy essence pure, no change shall see. 
Secure of immortality. 

3 Thou great Invisible I what hand 

Can draw thy image, spotless fair? 
To w^hat in heaven, to vvhat on earth. 
Can men th' immortal King compars? 

4 Let stupid heathens frame their gods 

Of gold and silver, wood and stone ; 
Ours is the God that made the heavens, 
Jehovah Ae, and God alone. 

5 My soul, thy purest homage pay, 

In truth and spirit him adore ; 
More shall this please than sacrifice. 
Than outward forms, delight him more* 



Dr. Watts.] 17. CM. God's Eternity, 

RISE, rise, my soul, and leave the ground 
Stretch all thy thoughts abroad. 
And rouse up every tuneful sound. 
To praise tli' eternal God. 

2 Long ere the lofly skies were spread, 

Jehovah fill'd his throne, 
Or Adam form'd, or Angels made, 
The Maker liv'd alone. 

3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease, 

But still maintain their prime; 
Eternity's his dwelling place, 
And ever is his time. 

4 While like a tide our minutes flow, 

The present and tlie past. 

He fills his own immortal now 

And sees our ages waste. 



GOD. 15 

5 The sea and sky must perish too, 

And vast destruction come ; 
Tlie creatures — look I how old they grow, 
And wait their fiery doom. 

6 Well, let tlie sea shrink all away, 

And flame melt down the skies; 
My God shall live in endless day, 
When th' old creation dies. 



Watts.] IS. C. M. 
IJie divine glories above our reason. 

HOW wondrous great, how glorious bright, 
Must our Creator be, 
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light 
Of vast infinity I 

2 Our soaring spirits upward rise 

Towards the celestial throne ; 
Fain would we see the blessed Thre« 
And the Almighty One. 

3 Our reason stretches all its wings. 

And climbs above the skies ; 
But still, how far beneath thy feet 
Our grov'lling reason lies I 

4 [Lord, here we bend our humble soola^ 

And awfiilly adore ; 
For the weak pinions of our minds 

Can stretch a tliought no more.] 
3 Thy glories infinitely rise 

Above our lab'ring tongue ; 
In vain the highest seraph trie« 

To form an equal song. 
fi [Jn humble notes our faith adore* 

The great mysterious King, 
WTiile angels strain their nobler powcra, 

And sweep lb' immortal string.] 



16 GOD. 

19. L.M. 

A song of praise to the ever Messed Trinity^ God 
the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. 
T3LESS'D be the Father aiid liis love, 
-■-' To whose celestial source we owe 
Rivers of endless joys above. 
And rills of comfort here below. 

2 Glory to thee, great Son of God, 

From whose dear womided body roils 
A jirecioiis stream of vital blood, 
Pardon and life for dying souls. 

3 We give thee. Sacred Spirit, praise. 

Who, in our hearts of sin and woe, 
Makes living streams of grace arise. 
And into boundless glory flow. 

4 Thus God the Father, God the Son, 

And God the Spirit we adore. 

That sea of life and love unknown, 

Without a bottom or a sliorc. 



Watts.] 20. L. M. 

God supreme and self-snfficienf. 

WHAT is our God, and what Jiis name. 
Nor men can learn, nor angels teach ; 
He dwells concealM in radiant fianie. 
Where neither eyes nor thought can reach 

2 The spacious worlds of heavenly light 

Compar'd with him liow short they fall 1 
They are too dark, and lie too bright. 
Nothing are they, and God is all. 

3 He spoke the wondrous word, and lo I 

Creation rose at his command : 
Whirlwinds and seas their limits know, 
Bound in tlie hollow of his hand. 



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GOD. 17 

4 There rests the earth ; there roll the spheres 

There nature leans, and feels her prop : 
But his own self-sufficience bears 
The weight of his own glories up. 

5 The tide of creatures ebbs and flows, 

Measuring their changes by the moon : 
No ebb his sea of glory knows ; 
Plis age is one eternal noon. 

6 Then fly, my song, an endless round ; 

The lolly tune let Gabriel raise ; 
All nature dwell upon the sound ; 
But we can ne'er fulfil the praise. 



Watts.] 21. C. M. Infinity. 

rjlHY names, how infinite they be ! 
-*- Great, everlasting One I 
Boundless thy might and majesty, 
And unconfin'd thy tlirone. 

2 Thy glories shine, of wondrous size, 

And wondrous large tliy grace ; 
Immortal day breaks from thine eyes, 
And Gabriel veils his face. 

3 Thine essence is a vast abyss, 

Which angels cannot sound ; 
An otcan of infinities, 

Where all our thoughts are drowTi'd. 

4 The myst'ries of creation lie 

Beneath enlighten'd minds ; 
Thoughts can ascend above the sky, 
And fly before the winds. 

5 Reason may grasp the massy hills, 

And stretch from pole to pole; 
But half thy name our spirit fills, 
And overloads our soul. 



18 GOD. 

6 In vain our haughty reason swefls, 
For nothing- 's found in tliee 
But boundless inconceivables, 
And vast eternity. 



Watts.] 22. L. M. 
God exalted above all praise. 

ETERNAL pov\'er I whose high abode 
Becomes the grandeur of a God : 
Infinite length, beyond the bounds 
Where stars revolve their little rounds. 
The lowest step about thy seat 
Rises too high for Gabriel's feet ; 
In vain the tall archangel tries 
To reach the heiglit witli wond'ring eyes. 
Lord, what shall earth and ashes do ? 
We would adore our maker too : 
From sin and dust to thee we cry, 
The Great, tlie Holy, and the High. 
Earth, from afar, has heard thy fame, 
And worms have learn'd to lisp thy Name ; 
But, O, the glories of thy Mind 
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind ; 
God is in heaven, but man below ; 
Be short our tunes ; our words be few ; 
A sacred reverence checks our songs, 
And praise sits silent on our tongues. 



S. Stennett.] 23. C. M. 

Mercy and truth met together. Ps. Lxixxv. 10. 

WHEN first the God of boundless grace 
Disclos'd his kind design 
To rescue our apostate race 
From Hiis'ry, shame and sin, 



GOD. 19 

2 Quick through tlie reahns of light and bliss 

The gospel tidings ran ; 
Each heart exulted at the news 
That God would dwell with man. 

3 Yet, midst their joys, they paus'd awhile, 

And ask'd, with strange surprise, 
* But, how can injured Justice smile, 
' Or look with pitying eyes ? 

4 [*Will the Almighty deign again 

' To \'isit yonder world, 
'And hither bring rebelhous men, 
' Whence rebels once were hurPd ? 

5 'Their tears and groans and deep distree^s 

' Aloud for mercy call ; 
' But, ah ! must truth and righteousness 
' To mercy, victims fall ?' 

6 So spake the friends of God and man, 

Delighted, yet surpris'd. 
Eager to know the wondrous plan 
That wisdom had devisM.] 

7 The son of God, attentive, heard. 

And quickly thus replied ; 
' In me let mercy be reviv'd, 
'And justice satisfied. 

8 'Behold, my vital blood I pour, 

' A sacrifice to God ; 
'Let angry justice now, no more 
' Demand tlie sinner's blood.' 

9 He spake ; and heaven's high arches rung 

With shouts of loud applause ; 

' He died !' the friendly angels sung 

Nor cease their rapt'rous joys. 



20 CREATION. 

CREATION. 



Needham.] 24. L. M. 
A summary view of the Creation. Gen. i. 

LOOK up, ye saints, direct your eyes. 
To him who dwells above the skies 
With your glad notes, his praise rehearse 
Who form'd the mighty miiverse. 

2 He spoke, and from the womb of night, 
At once sprung up the cheering light ; 
Him discord heard, and at his nod, 
Beauty awoke, and spoke the God. 

3 The word he gave, th' obedient sun 
Began his glorious race to run; 
Nor silver moon, nor stars delay, 
To glide along th' ethereal way. 

4 Teeming with life, air, earth, and sea. 
Obey th* Almighty's high decree ; 

To every tribe, he gives tlieir food, 
I'hen speaks the wliole divinely good. 

5 But to complete the wondrous plan. 
From earth and dust he fashion'd man ; 
In man the last, in him the best, 

Tlie Maker's image stands confessM. 
5 Lord, while thy glorious w^orks I view 
Form thou my heart and soul anew; 
Here bid thy purest light to shine. 
And beauty glow with charms divine. 



Dr. Doddridge.] 25. L. M. 
God^s goodness to the Children of Men, 

YE Sons of Men, with joy record 
The various w^onders of the Lord, 
And let his power and goodness sound, 
Thro' all your tribes the world around. 



THE FALL. 21 

2 Let the high heavens your songs invite, 
Those spacious fields of brilliant light. 
Where sun and moon and planets roll, 
And stars that glow from pole to pole. 

3 But O, that brighter world above I 
Where lives and reigns incarnate love ! 
God's only Son, in flesli array'd, 

For man a bleeding victim made I 

4 Thither, my soul, in rapture soar. 
There in the land of praise adore ; 
The theme demands an angel's lay, 
Demands an everlasting day. 

THE FALL. 



Dr. Watts' Lyric Poems. 26, L. M. 
Original sin, or the first and second Adam 

ADA3I, oiu: father and our head, 
Transgress'd, and justice doom'd us dead; 
The fiery law speaks all despair. 
There 's no reprieve nor pardon there. 

2 Call a bright council in the skies ; 
Seraphs the mighty and the wise, 
Speak, are you strong to bear the load, 
The weighty vengeance of a GOD ? 

3 In vain we ask, for all around 

Stand silent throuH"h the heavenly ground, 
There 's not a glorious mind above, 
Has half the strength, or half the love-. 

4 But O ! unmeasurable grace ! 

Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place ; 
Down to our world the Sa\'iour flies, 
^ Stretches his arms, and bleeds and dies. 

5 Amazing work ! look down, ye skies, 
Wonder and gaze with all your eyes, 
Ye saints below and saints above, 
All bow to this mysterious love. 



22 rHE FALL. 

Dn. Doddridge.] 27. L. M. 

The effects of the Fall lamented. Psalm cxix 

136—158. 

ARISE, my tenderest tlioiiglits, ai'ise ; 
To torrents melt my streaming eyea 
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel 
Those evils which thou canst not keaL 

2 See human nature sunk in shame ; 
See scandals pour'd on Jesus^ name , 
The Father wounded through the Son ; 
The world abused ; the soul undont 

3 Sec the short course of vain delight, 
Closing in everlasting night ; 

In flames that no abatement know, 
Though briny tears for ever flow. 

4 My God, I feci the mournful scene ; 
jNIy bowels yearn o'er dying men ; 
And fain my pit}^ would reclaim, 

And snatch the firebrands from the flame. 

5 But feeblt? m.y compassion proves. 

And can but weep where most it loves ; 
Thy own all-saving arm employ, 
And turn these drops of grief to joy. 

Dr. Watts.] 2§. L. M. 
The fall and recovenj of man ; or, Chnst and Sa 

tan at enmity. Gen. iii. 1, L5, 17; Gal. iv. 4 

Col. ii. 15. 

yiECEIV'D by subtle snares of hell, 
-"-^ Adam, our head, our father, fell, 
When Satan, in tlie serpent hid, 
Propos'u the fruit tliat God forbid. 

2 Death was the threat'ning ; Death began 
To take possession of the man ; 
His unborn race receiv'd the wound, 
And heavy curses .smote tlie ground. 



THE FALL. 23 

3 But Satan found a wor?e reward ; 
Thus saith tlie vengeance of the Lord, 
*Let everlasting- liatred be, 

* Betwixt the woman's seed and thee. 

4 ' Tlie woman's seed shall be my Son ; 

' He shall destroy wliat thou hast done ; 
'Shall break tliy head, and only feel 

* Thy malice raging at his heel." 

5 [He spake ; and bid four thousand year? 
Roll on ; — at length liis Son appears ; 
Angels with joy descend to eartli. 
And sing the young Redeemer's birtli, 

6 Lo, by the sons of hell he dies ; 

But as he hung 'twixt earth and skies. 
He gave their prmce a fatal blow. 
And triumph'd o'er the powers below.] 

Watts.] 29. C. :\L 

Oris'inal sin^ or the ^first and second Adarn, 

Romans v. 12, 6. Ps. li. o. Job xiv. 4. 

BACKWARD, with humble shame, we look 
On our orin;inal, 
How is our nature dash'd and broke 
In our first flither's fall ! 

2 To all that's good averse and blind, 

But prone to all that's ill. 
What dreadial darkness veils our mind '. 
How obstinate our will I 

3 [Conceiv'd in sin, (O, wretched state !) 

Before we draw our breath. 
The first young pulse begins to beat 
Iniquity and death. 

4 How strong in our degenerate blood, 

The old corruption rei^^ns. 
And, mingled with the crooked flood. 
Wanders tli rough all our veins I] 



24 INCARNATION OF CHRIST. 

5 [Wild and unwholesome as the root, 

Will all the branches be ; 
How can we hope for living* fruit 
From such a deadly tree? 

6 What mortal pow'r, from things imclean 

Ccin pure productions bring ? 
Who can command a vital stream 
From an infected spring ?] 

7 Yet, mighty God, thy wond'rous love 

Can make our nature clean. 
While Christ and grace prevail above 
The tempter, death, and sin. 

8 The second Adam shall restore 

The ruins of the first : 
Hosanna to that sovereign power 
That new creates our dust I 



INCARNATION OF CHRIST. 



Medley.] 30. C. M. 
The incarnation of Christ. Luke ii. 14. 

MORTALS, awake ; with angels join 
And chant the solemn lay ; 
Joy, love, and gratitude combine 
To hail th' auspicious day. 

2 In heaven the rapturous song began, 

And svv^eet seraphic fire 
Through all the shining regions ran, 
And strung and tun'd the lyre. 

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 

And loud the echo roll'd ; 
The theme, the song, the joy was new, 
'Tv/as more than heaven could hold. 

4 Down through the portals of the sky, 

Th' impetuous torrent ran; 



INCARNATION OF CHRISl'. 25 

And ang-els flew with eager joy ; 
To bear the news to man. 

5 [Wrapt in the silence of the night, 

Lay all the eastern world, 
When bursting, glorious, heavenly light 
The wondrous scene unfurl'd.] 

6 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout. 

And ?-lory leads the song ; 
Good--^/-iil and peace are heard throughout 
Ih' harmonious heavenly throng. 

7 [O for a glance of heavenly love, 

Our hearts and son^s to raise. 
Sweetly to bear our souls atK)ve, 
And mingle witli our lays !] 

8 With joy the chorus we'll repeat, 

" Glory to God on high ; 
"Good- will and peace are now complete, 
" Jesus was born to die. " 

9 Hail, Prince of Life, for ever hail ! 

Redeemer, Brother, Friend ! 
Though earth, and time, and life, should fell 
Thy praise shall never end. 

31. The song of the Axgels. 7s. 

HARK, the herald angels sing, 
"Glory to the new-born King; 
"Peace on earth and mercy mild, 
" God and sinners reccncil'd. " 

2 Joyful, all ye nations, rise. 
Join the triumph of the skies ; 

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace, 
Hail the Son of Righteousness. 

3 (Mild he lays his glory by, 

Bom, that man no more might die » 
Bom to raise the sons of earth ; 
Born to give them second birth.) 
B 



26 INCARNATION OF CHRIST. 

4 Come, desire of nations, come, 
Fix in us thy humble home ; 
Rise, the woman's promisM seed, 
Bruise in us the serpent's head. 

5 Glory to the new-born King", 
Let us all the anthem sing-, 

** Peace on earth, and mercy mild, 
** Grod and sinners reconcil'd. " 



Steele.] 32. C. M. 

The Incarnation, John i. 14. 

A WAKE, awake the sacred song" 
•^^ To our incarnate Lord : 
Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue 
Adore th' eternal Word, 

2 That awful Word, that sovereign pow' 

By whom the worlds were made, 
(O, happy morn ! illustrious hour I) 
Was once in flesh array'd. 

3 Then shone almig-lit.y power and love 

In all their glorious forms. 
When Jesus left his throne above 
To dwell with sinful worms. 

4 To dwell with misery below 

The Saviour left the skies, 
And sank to wretchedness and woo 
That worthless man might rise, 

5 Adoringr angels tun'd their songs, 

To hail the joyful day; 
With rapture, then, let mortal tongues 
Their grateful tribute pay. 

6 What glory. Lord, to thee is duel 

With wonder we adore ; 
But, could we sing as angels dO| 
Our laghest praise were poor. 



THE UFE 0¥ CHRIST. 27 

33. L> M. 

Song of the angels at the birth oj ChrisL 
Luke ii. 13, 14 

HARK the melodious, heavenly son^ 
Bursting from glory rolls along 
Down to my joy-enraptiu-'d heart ; 
Celestial choirs the notes impart. 

2 ' Glory on high,* they sing, ' to God, 
*And peace on earth,' they sound abroad, 

* Good-will to men ;' they loud proclaim, 

* Tlirough an Incarnate Saviour's iiajn©/ 

3 My soul, arise and join this host's 
Blest song, blest tidings to the lost ; 
With angel bands aloud proclaim 

* The Savioiu 's born in Bethlehem.' 

4 Let the glad tidings echo round : 
Extend from earth to heav'n the sound, 
Hail ! the blest day, when Christ came down. 
To make his love to mortals known, 

5 Sing of his love in sweetest strains ; 
Tell the whole world our Jesus reigns. 

* Good-will, and peace, ajid glory,' sing, 

* To Christ, our Saviour, God and King/ 



THE LIFE OF CHRIST. 



Dr. Watts.] 34. L. M. 

The example of Christ. 

TLTY dear Redeemer and my Lordl 
-'''-■- I read my duty in thy word; 
But in thy life the law appears, 
Drawn out in li\dng charaa^rs. 
I tiioi yrii thy truth, «£&a suoa thy laali 



28 THE DEATH OF CHKIST. 

Such love, and meekness so divine, 

I virould transcribe, and make them mine. 

3 Cold mountains and the midnight air, 
Witness'd tlie fervour of thy prayer, 
Tlie desert thy temptations Imew, 
Tliy conflict, and thy vict'ry too. 

4 Be thou my pattern ; make me bear 
More of thy gracious image here ; 

Then God, the Judge, shall own my name 
Amongst the followers of the lamb. 



THE DEATH OF CHRIST. 



Whitfield's Collection.] 35. L. M. 
Behold the man. Job xix. 

YE that pass by, behold the man, 
The man of grief, condemn'd for you 
The Lamb of God for sinners slain, 
Weeping, to Calvary pm'sue. 

2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear; 
With nails they fasten to the wood 

His sacred limbs, expos'd and bare, 
Or only cover'd with his olood. 

3 See there ! his temples crown'd with tliorns, 
His bleeding hands extended wide. 

His streaming feet transfix'd and torn. 
The fountain gushing from liis side. 

4 Thou dear, tho'i suffering Son of God, 
How does thy heart to sinners move I 
Sprinkle on us thy precious blood, 
Ajid melt us with thy dying love. 

5 The earth could to her centre quake, 
Convuls'd when her Creator died; 

O, may our inmost nature shake, 
Aid bow with Jesus crucified! 



THE DEATH OF CHRIST. 29 

6 At thy last gasp, the graves displayed 
Their horrors to the upper skies; 
O, that our souls might burst the shade, 
And quicken'd by the death arise I 

7 The rocks could feel thy powerful death, 
And tremble and asunder part; 
O, rend with thy expiring breath 
The harder marble of our heart. 



Dr. S. Stexnett.] 36. CM. 
The attraction of the Cross. John xii. 3, 2. 

YOXDER — amazing sight ! — I see 
Th' Incarnate Son of God 
Expiring on the accursed tree, 
And welt'ring in his blood. 

2 Behold a purple torrent run, 

Down from his hands and head ; 
The crimson tide puts out the smi, 
His groans awake the dead. 

3 The trembling eartli, the darken'd sky 

Proclaim the truth aloud ; 
And with tlie amaz'd centurion cry, 
'This is the son of God.' 

4 So great, so vast a sacrifice, 

^lay well my hopes revive ; 
If God's own Son thus bleeds and dies, 
The sinner sure may live. 

5 O, that these cords of love divine, 

Might draw me. Lord, to thee I 
Thou hast my heart, it shall be thine — 
Thine it shall ever be I 



Steele.] 3T, L. M. A dying Saviour. 
^TRETCH'D on the cross, tlie Sanour 
^^ dies ; 
Hark I his expiring groans arise I 



m THE DEATH OF CHRIST 

See, from his hands, his feet, his side. 
Runs down the sacred crimson tide. 

2 But life attends the death-bell soimd. 
And flows from every bleeding wound , 
The vital stream, how free it flows, 
To save and cleanse his rebel foes. 

3 To suffer in the traitor's place. 
To die for man, surprising- grace ! 
Yet pass rebellious angels by — 

O, why for man, dear Saviour, why ? 

4 And didst tliou bleed, for sinners bleed? 
And could the sun behold the deed ? 
No, he v/ithdrew his sick'ning ray, 
And darkness veil'd the mourning day. 

5 Can I sm-vey this scene of woe, 
Where mingling grief and wonder flow ; 
And yet my heart mimov'd remain, 
Insensible to love or pain ? 

6 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart. 
To warm this cold, this stupid heart; 
Till all its powers and passions move, 
In melting grief and ardent love. 



Watts.] 3§. CM. 
Godly soirows arising from the sufferings of Christ 

ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed I 
And did my Sovereign die I 
Would he devote that sacred head 
For such a worm as I ? 

2 [Thy body slain, sw^eet Jesus, thine, 

And bath'd in its own blood. 

While, all expos'd to wrath divine, 

The glorious suff'rer stood I] 

3 Was it for crimes, that I had done, 

He groan'd upon the tree ? 



THE DEATH OF CHRIST. 31 

Amazing pity I grace unknown I 
And love beyond degree I 
-4 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
And shut Iiis glories in, 
When God, the mighty I\Iak^r, died 
For man, the creature's sin. 

5 Thns might I hide my blushing face 

While his dear cross appears : 
Dissolve, my heart, in tiiankfulness, 
And melt, my eyes, to tears. 

6 But drops of grief can ne^er repay 

The debt of love I owe ; 
Here, Lord, I give myself away, 
'Tis all tliat I can do. 



Watts.] 39. CM. 
Look on him^ ichorn they pierced^ and mourn. 
TNFINITE grief! amazing woe I 
-*- Behold my bleeding Lord I 
Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, 
And us'd the Roman sword. 

2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain 

My dear Redeemer bore. 
When knotty whips and jagged thorns 
His sacred body tore I 

3 But knotty whips and jagged thorns 

In vain do I accuse ; 
In vain I blame the Roman bands 
And the more spiteful Jews. 

4 *Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, 

His chief tormentors were ; 
Each of my crimes became a nail, 
And unbelief the spear. 

5 *Twere you that pull'd the vengeance (k)^nj 

Uoon his guiltless head* 



32 THE DEATH OF CHRIOT. 

Break, break, my heart ; O, burst, mine eye« 
And let my sorrows bleed. 
6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul. 
Till melting" waters flow. 
And deep repentance drown mine eyes 
In undissembled woe. 



40. (8. 8. 6.) 

A view of Christ on the Cross. 

\ S near to Calvary I pass, 
-^^ Methinks I see a bloody cross, 

Where a poor victim hangs — 
His flesh with rugged irons tore, 
His limbs all dress'd in purple gore, 

Gasping in dying pangs. 

2 Surprised this spectacle to see, 

I ask'd, 'Who can this victim be, 
' In such exquisite pain ? 

* Why thus consign'd to woes V I cried ; 

* 'Tis I,' the bleeding God replied, 

' CrushM with the curse of sin.* 

3 * A God, for rebel mortals, dies I 

' How can this be V my soul replies ; 
' What ! Jesus die for me ?' 

* Yes,' says the suif 'ring Son of God, 
*I give my life, I spill my blood 

* For thee, poor soul, for thee.' 

4 Lord, since thy life, for mine, is giv'n 
To raise my wretched soul to heav'n, 

And bless me with thy love, 
I, therefore, at thy feet would fall. 
Give thee my life, my soul, my all, 

For thee would live and move. 

5 Ajid, when this mortal life shall cease, 
O, may I leave this world in peace, 

And soar to realms of light ; 



THE DEATH OF CHRIST. ^ 

There, where my heav'nly Lover reigiis, 
1*11 join to raise immortal strains, 
With lull, supreme delight. 



41. S. M. 

Desiring to live before the Cross. 

UP, haste to Calvary, 
My soul ; a journey take. 
To view thy Lord 'twixt earth and sky, 
Without the city gate. 
2 Before his bloody cross 

I'd bow and kiss the ground , 
'Twas there my guilt and woe I lost, 
And ready pardon found. 
S Lord, tune anew my strings, 
Now on the willow dry ; 
Take off my thoucrhts from worldly things 
Bind them to Calvary. 
4 For glorious is the plan ; 

Though *tis without the gate, 
Ther«, Lord, I'll sing thy grace, 
And fox thy blessing wait 



42. L. M, 

Gratitude to Christ for shedding his blood, 
^O Him, who, on the fatal tree, 



T 



Pour'd out his blood, his life, for me, 
In grateful strains my voice I'll raise. 
And, in his service, spend my days. 
To hst'ning multitudes I'll tell 
How he redeem'd my soul from hell. 
And how, reposing on his breast, 
I lost UT/ MJes, and found my re«t» 

B2 



34 RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

3 Tliroug-h him my sins are all fbrgiv'n 
He ever pleads my cause in heav'n : 
I'll build an altar to his name, 
And to the world his grace proclaina. 

Stennett.j 43. L. M. It isjinished. 

* 'rillS finish'd !' so the vSaviour cried, 
-*- And meekly bow'd his head, and diet 

* 'Tis linisli'd — yes, the race is run, 
*The battle fought, the vict'ry won. 

2 * 'Tis finish'd — all that heav'n decreed, 

* And all the ancient prophets said, 

* Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd, 

* In me, the Saviour of mankind. 

3 * 'Tis finish'd — this, my dying groan, 

* Shall sins of ev'ry kind atone ; 

* Millions sliall be redeem'd from death 
' By this my last expiring breath. 

4 * 'Tis finish'd — heaven is reconcil'd, 

* And all the powers of darkness spoil'd 

* Peace, love and happiness again 
'Return and dwell with sinful men.' 



RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 



44. 7s. 
The Resurrection. 1 Cor. xv. 6. 

CHRIST, the Lord, is ris'n to-day 
Sons of men and angels say ; 
Raise your joys and triumphs high I 
Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 
Love's redeeming work is done ; 
Fought the fight ; the battle won ; 
Lo ! the sun's eclipse is o'er , 
Lo ! he sits in blood no more. 



RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 35 

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal ; 
Christ hath burst the gates of hell : 
Death in vain forbids his rise ; 
Christ hath open'd paradise. 

4 Lives again our glorious king ; 

* Where, O death, is now thy sting ?* 

Once he died our souls to save ; 

' Wiiere 's thy vict'ry, boasting grave ?' 

5 Soar we now, where Clirist has led, 
Following our exalted Head : 
Made like him, like him we rise ; 
Ours the cross, the grave, tlie skies. 

6 What though once we perish'd all, 
Partners of our parents' faU ; 
Second life let us receive, 

In our heav'nly Adam live. 

7 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven I 
Praise to thee by both be given I 
Thee we greet, triumphant now, 
Hail the resurrection — thou. 



Doddridge.] 45. C. 'M. 
Comfort to those who seek a risen Jesus. 

"V^E humble souls, that seek the Lord, 
-^ Cliase aU your fears away, 
And bow, with pleasure, down to see 
The place, where Jesus lay. 

2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought ; 

Such wonders love can do ; 
TImis cold in death that bosom lay, 
Which throbb'd and bled for you. 

3 A moment give aloose to grief; 

Let grateful sorrows rise ; 
And wash the bloody stains away 
With torrents from your eyes. 



36 RESURRECTION OF CHRIST 

4 Then dry your tears^ and tune ycwr songs. 

The Saviour lives again; 
Not all the bolts and bars of death 
The Conqueror could detain. 

5 High o'er th' angelic bands he rears 

His once dislionour'd head ; 
And through unnumber'd years he reigiia. 

Who dwelt among the dead. 
C With joy like his shall ev'ry saint 

His empty tomb survey ; 
Then rise, with his ascending Lord, 

To realms of endless day. 



Watts.] 46. C. M. 

The IjOVcVs day, or the Resurrection of Christ 

BLESS'D morning, whose young dawn 
ing rays 
Beheld our rising God, 
And saw him triumph o'er the dust. 
And leave his last abode. 

2 In the cold prison of a tomb 

The dear Redeemer lay, 
Till the revolving skies had brought 
The tJiird, tli' appointed day. 

3 Hell and the grave unite their force. 

To hold our God, in vain ; 
T})e sleeping Conqueror arose, 
And burst their feeble cham. 

4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, 

We sacred honours pay. 
And loud hosannas shall proclaim 
The triumph of the day. 

5 [Salvation and immortal praise 

To our victorious King; 
Let heaven and earth and rocks and eesm 
With glad hosannas ring.] 



ASCENSION OF CHRIST. 37 

TTie Resurrection and Ascension of Christ. 

ANGELS : roll the rock away ! 
Death! yield up thy mighty prey I 
See I he rises from the tomb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 

Hallelujah. 

2 *Tis the Saviour I Angels, raise 
Fame's eternal trump of praise ; 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
Hear the joy-inspiring sound. Hal. 

3 Now, ye saints, lift up your eyes, 
Now to glory see liim rise 

Now trimnphant, through the sky^ 
Up to waiting worlds on high. HaL 

4 Heav'n displays her portals wide ; 
Angels attend on ev*ry side ; 
King of glory I mount the throne, 
Thy great Father's and thy own. HaL 

5 Praise him, all ye heay'nly choirs I 
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres I 
Shout, O earth I in rapturous song, 

Let the strains be sweet and strong. Hal 

6 Ev'ry note witli wonder swell : 
Sin 's o'erthrown and captiv'd hell I 
Where is hell's once dreadful king ? 
Where, O death, thy mortal sting ? Hal^ 



THE ASCEXSIOX OF CHRIST. 



Watts.] 48. L. M. 

Christ's Ascension and the gift of the Spirit. 
Ps. bniii. 17, 18. 

LORD, when thou didst ascend on hig\ 
Ten thousand angels fill'd the eky : 



38 ASCENSION OF CHRIST. 

Those heav'nly bands aromid thee wait. 
Like chariots that attend thy state. 

2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear 

More glorious, when the Lord was there; 
While he pronounc'd his dreadfid law, 
And struck the chosen tribes with awe. 

3 How bright the triumph none can tell, 
When the rebellious pow^'rs of hell, 
That thousand souls had captive made, 
Were all in chains like captives led. 

4 Rais'd by his Father to tlie throne, 
He sent the promis'd Spirit down, 
With gifts and grace for rebel men, 
That God might dwell on earth again. 



Watts.] 49. L. M. 

Sa\nts dwell in Heaven; or Chrisfs Ascension, 
Ps. XX iv. 

THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's, 
And men. and worms, and beasts, and 
birds; 
He rais'd the building on the seas, 
.And gave it for their dwelling place. 

2 But there's a brighter world on high, 
Thy palace, Lord, above the sky : 
Who shall ascend that blest abode. 
And dwell so near his maker, God ? 

3 He that abhors and fears to sin, 

Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean ; 
Him shall tlie Lord, the Saviour bless, 
And clothe his soul with righteousness. 

4 These are the men, the pious race. 
That seek the God of Jacob's face ; 
These shall enjoy the blissful sight, 
And dwell in everlasting liglit 



ASCENSION OF CHRIST. 30 



5 Rejoice, ye shining- worlds on high, 
Behold tlie King of Glory nigh ! 
Who can this King of Glory be ? 
The mighty Lord, the Saviour 's he. 

6 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display, 
To make the Lord, the Saviour, way ; 
Laden with spoils from earth and hell. 
The Conqu'ror comes Vv'itli God to dwelL 

7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before ; 
He opens heaven's immortal door 

To give his saints a blest abode, 
Neai^ their Redeemer and their God. 



50. L. M. 

Chrisfs Ascension. Ps. xxiv. 7. 
^^UR Lord is risen from the dead, 
^^ Our Jesus is gone up on high; 
The pow'rs of hell are captive led, 
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 

2 There liis triumphal chariot waits. 

And angels chant the solemn lay, 

• Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates ! 

' Ye everlasting doors, give way I' 

3 Loose all your bars of massy light. 

And wide unfold the radiant scene ; 
He claims those mansions as his right ; 
Receive the King of Glory in. 

4 * Who is the King of Glory, who V 

The Lord, that all his foes o'ercame. 

The world, sin, death and hell overthrew, 

And Jesus is the Conqu'ror's name. 

5 Lo I his triumphal chariot waits, 

And angels chant the solemn lay, 

* Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates 

* Ye everlasting doors, give way I' 



40 EXALTATION OF CHRIST. 

6 * Who is the King of Glory, who V 

The Lord, of boundless power posscsa*ct. 
The King- of Saints and Angels too, 
God over all, for ever blest. 



Steele.] 51. L. M. 

COME tune, ye saints, your noblest straijia. 
Your dying, rising Lord to sing. 
And echo to the heavenly plains 

The triumphs of your Saviour King. 

2 In songs of grateful rapture tell. 

How he subdu'd your potent foes ; 

Subdu'd the powers of earth and hell. 

And dying, hnish'd all your woes ; 

3 Then to his glorious throne on high 

Return'd, wiiile hymning angels round, 
Through the bright arches of the sky, 
*The God I the conqu'ring God l' resound 

4 Almighty love ! victorious power I 

Not angel-tongues can e'er display 
The wonders of that dreadful hour, 
The joys of that illustrious day. 

5 Then well may mortals try in vaia, 

In vain their feeble voices raise; 
Yet Jesus hears the humble strain, 
And kindly owns our wish to praise. 

6 Dear Saviour, let thy wond'rous grace 

Fill ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue, 
Till the full glories of thy face 
Inspire a sweeter, nobler song. 



II THE EXALTATION OF CHRIST. 

ftrEELE.] 52. L. M. The exalted Saviour, 

NOW let us rai?e our cheerful strains 
An^ joia the bli&eful dioir aboye ; 



IiYTERCESSION OF CHRIST. 41 

There our exalted Saviour rei^s, 

And there tliey sing" his wond'rous love, 

2 While seraphs tune th' immortd song, 

O, may we feel the sacred flame ; 
And ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue 
Adore the Saviour's glorious name I 

3 Jesus, vi'ho once upon the tree 

In agonizing pains cxpir'd ; 
Who died for rebels ; yes, 'tis he I 

How bright ! how lovely ! how admir'd ! 

4 Jesus, who died that we might live, 

Died m the wretched traitor's place ; 
O, what returns can mortals give 
For such immeasurable grace ? 

5 Were miiversal nature ours, 

And art, with all her boasted store ; 

Nature and art, with all their powers. 

Would still confess the off 'rer poor. 

6 Yet, though for bounty so divine 

We ne'er can equal honours raise, 
Jesus, may all our hearts be thine, 

And all our tongues proclaim thy praise ! 



THE INTERCESSION OF CHRIST. 



Steele.] 53, L. M. 
The Intercession of Christ. Heb. vii. 25. 

HE lives, the great Redeemer lives ; 
(What joy the blest assurance gives I^ 
And now, before his Father, God, 
Pleads tlie full merit of his blood. 
Repeated crimes awake our fears. 
And Justice, arm'd with frowns, appears ; 
But in the Savioinr's lovely face 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 



42 EXCELLENCIES OF CHRIST. 

3 Hence then, ye black despairing thonghU 
Above our fears, above our faults ; 

His pow'rful intercessions rise. 
And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 

4 In ev'ry dark distressful hour. 
When sin and Satan join their power; 
Let this dear hope repel the dart, 
That Jesus bears Us on his heai't. 

5 Great Advocate I almighty Friend J 
On thee our humble hopes depend ". 
Our cause can never, never fail, 
For Jesus pleads, and must prevdJl 

THE EXCELLENCIES OF CfimST 



Dr. Watts' Miscellany. | 54 L. M. 

The humiliation^ exaltation and triumphs of Christ 

Phil ii 8, 9 ; Col. ii. 15. 

THE mighty frame of glorious grace, 
That brightest monument of praise 
That e'er the God of ^ove design'd, 
Employs and fills my lab'ring mind. 

Q Begin, my soul, the heavenly song, 
A burden for an angel's tongue ; 
When Gabriel sounds these awful things, 
He tunes and summons all his strings. 

8 Proclaim inimitable love ; 

Jesus, the Lord of worlds above, 
Puts off the beams of bright array, 
And veils the God in mortal clay. 

4 He that distributes crowns and thrones, 
Hangs on a tree and bleeds and groans 
The Prince of Life resigns his breath. 
The King of Glory bows to death. 
But see the wonders of his power I 
"^e triumplis in his dying hour ; 



EXCELLENCIES OF CHRIST. 43 

And while, by Sataji's rage he fell, 
He dash'd the rising hopes of hell. 

6 Thus were the liosts of death subdu'd, 
And sin was drown'd in Jesus' blood ; 
Thus he arose, and reigns above, 
And conquers sinners by his love. 

7 Who shall fulfil this boundless song ? 
The theme surmounts an angel's tongue; 
How low, how vain are mortal airs. 
When Gabriel's nobler harp despairs. 



55. CM. 

Desire of all nations. Hag. ii. 7 ; Cant. i. 3. 

INFINITE excellence is thine, 
Thou lovely Prince of grace ! 
Thy uncreated beauties shme 
With never-fading rays. 

2 Sinners from earth's remotest end 

Come bending at thy feet ; 
To thee their prayers and vows ascend. 
In thee their wishes meet. 

3 Thy name, as precious ointment shed. 

Delights the church aroimd ; 
Sweetly the sacred odours spread 
Through all Immanuel's gromid, 

4 Millions of happy spirits live 

On thy exhaustless store ; 
From thee they all their bliss receive, 
And still thou givest more. 

5 Thou art their triumph aaid their joy ; 

They find their all in thee ; 
Thy glories will their tongues emplt • 
Through all eternity. 



44 EXCELLENCIES OF CHRIST. 

S. Stexxett.] 56. CM. 

Chief among ten thousand ; or, the excellencies of 
Christ. Cant. v. 10, 16. 

TO Christ, the Lord, let ev'ry tongue 
Its noblest tribute bring- ; 
When he 's the subject of the song, 
Who can refuse to sing ? 

2 Survey the beauties of his face, 

And on his glories dwell ; 
Think of the wonders of his grace, 
And all his triiunphs tell. 

3 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 

Upon his awful brow ; 
His head with radiant glories crown'd. 
His lips with grace o'erflow. 

4 No mortal can with him compare, 

Among the sons of men ; 
Fairer is he tlian all the fair 
That fill the heavenly train. 

5 He saw me plung'd in deep distress. 

He flew to my relief; 
For me he bore the shameful cross. 
And carried all my grief 

6 His hand a thousand blessings pours 

Upon my guilty head ; 
His presence gilds my darkest hours 
And guards my sleeping bed. 

7 To him I owe my life and breath, 

And all the joys I have ; 
He makes me triumph over death, 
And saves me fi'om the grave. 

8 To heaven, the place of his abode, 

He brings my weary feet, 
Shows me the glories of my God, 
And makes my joys complete. 



EXCELLENCIES OF CHRIST. 45 

Since from his bounty I receive 

Such proofs of love divine, 
Had I a thousand hearts to give, 

Lord, they should all be thine. 



CowPER.] 57. C.ISL 
Praise for the fountain opened. Zech. viii. 1. 

THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 
DraA\Ti from Immanuel's veins, 
And sinners plung'd into tliat flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 

That fountain in his day ; 
O, may I there, though vile as he, 
Wash all my sins away I 

3 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its power, 
Till all the ransom'd church of God 
Be sav'd, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 

Thy flowing womids supply, 
Redeeming love has been mj^ theme, 
And shall be, till I die. 

5 When this poor lisping stammVing tonguo 

Lies silent in the grave. 
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, 
I'll sing thy power to save. 

6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd 

(Unworthy though I be) 
For me a blood-bought, free reward, 
A golden harp for me. 

7 'Tis strimg and tun'd for endless years, 

And form'd by power divine 
To sound in God the Father's ears 
No other name but thine. 



46 EXCELLENCIES OF CHRIST. 

Newton.] 58. C. M. 
The name of Jesus. Sol. Song, i. 3. 

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounda 
In a believer's ear ! 
It sootlies his sorrows, heals his wounds. 
And drives away his fear. 

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole. 

And calms the troubled breast; 
^Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary rest. 

3 Dear name I the rock on which i build. 

My shield and hiding place, 
My never-failing treasury, iill'd 
With stores of boundless grace. 

4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain, 

AlthougJi with sin defil'd ; 
Satan accuses me in vain, 
And I am own'd a child. 

5 Jesus my shepherd, husband, friend. 

My prophet, priest, and king, 
My lord, my life, my way, my end. 
Accept the praise I bring. 

6 Weak is the effort of my heart. 

And cold my warmest thought ; 
But when I see thee as thou art, 
I'll praise thee as I ought. 

7 Till then I would thy love proclaim. 

With ev'ry fleeting breath ; 
And may the music of thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. 



Newton.] 59. L. M. 
Is this thy kindness to tky friend ? 2 Sam. 
xvi 17 
'II^X)K, wsak KTti worthless thou^ ] c 
^ I kaT9 a r»:;^ tixBigh!.f tfi^tm 



EXCELLENCIES OF CHRIST. 4? 

Jesus, the Saviour, is his name ; 

He freely loves and without end. 
8 He ransom'd me from hell with blooa, 

And by liis power my foes controU'd ; 
He found me wandering- far from God, 

And brouglit me to his chosen fold. 
8 He cheers my heart, my wants supplier 

And says that I shall sliortly be 
Enthron'd witli him above the skies ; 

O, what a friend is Christ to me I 

4 But ah I my inmost spirit mourns. 

And well with tears my eyes may swim. 
To think of my perverse returns; 
I've been a faithless friend to him- 

5 Often my gracious friend I grieve, 

Neglect, distrust, and disobey ; 
And often Satan's lies believe. 

Sooner tlian what my friend can say. 

6 He bids me ahvays freely come, 

And promises whate'er I ask ; 
But I am straiten'd, cold and dumb, 

And count my privilege a task. 
\ Before the world that hates his cause, 

My treach'rous heart has tlirobb'd witJl 
shame ; 
Loth to forego the world's applause, 

I hardly dare avow his name. 
Sure was I not most vile and base, 

I could not thus my friend requite ; 
And were not he the God of grace, 

He'd frown and spurn me from his sigE ■> 



60. CM. 

I'VE found the pearl of greatest prLcQ| 
My heart doth sing for joy , 



48 EXCELLENCIES OF CHRIST. 

And sing- I must, a Christ I have, 
O, what a Christ have 1 1 

2 Christ is the Way, the Truth, the Life; 

The wdij to God on high. 
Life to the dead, the truth of types, 
The truth of prophecy. 

3 Christ is a Prophet, Priest and King; 

A Prophet full of light, 
A Priest that stands 'twixt God and man 
A King- that rules with might. 

4 Christ's manhood is a Temple where 

The Altar, God, doth rest; 
My Christ, he is the Sacrifice, 
My Christ, he is the Priest. 

5 My Christ, he is the Lord of Lords, 

He is the Khig- of Kings ; 

He is the Sun of righteousness, 

With healing in his wings. 

6 My Christ, he is the Tree of Life, 

Which in God's garden grows; 
Whose fruit doth feed, whose leaves do heal. 
My Christ is Sharon's rose. 

7 Christ is my meat, Christ is my drink, 

My physic and my health ; 
My peace, my strength, my joy, my crown, 
My glory and my wealth. 

8 Christ is my father and my friend, 

My brother and my love ; 
My head, my hope, my counsellor. 
My advocate above. 

9 My Christ he is the heaven of heavens— 

My Christ what shall I call ? 
My Christ is first, my Clffist is last, 
My Christ is all in all. 



EXCELLE^XIES OF CHRIST. 40 

Dr. Watts.] 61. L. M. 

Thi description of Christ, the beloved. Cant. V. 
9-12, 14-16. 
rWlHE wond'ring world inquires to knov, 
-■- Why I should love my Jesus so ; 

* What are his charms,' say they, * aboro 

• The objects of a mortal love ?' 

2 Yes, my beloved to my sight 

Shows a sweet mLxture, red and white; 
AU human beauties, all divine, 
In my beloved meet and shine. 

3 [White is his soul, from blemish free; 
Red with the blood he shed for me; 
The fairest of ten thousand fairs ; 

A sun amongst ten thousand stars. 

4 His head the friiest gold excels ; 
There wisdom in perfection dwells, 
And glory, like a crown, adorns 
Those temples once beset with thomi 

15 Compassions in his heart are found. 
Hard by the signals of his wound; 
His sacred side no more shall bear 
The cruel scouige, the piercing spear.] 
[His hands are fairer to behold, 
Than diamonds set in rings of gold ; 
Those heavenly hands, that on the tree 
Were nail'd, and torn, and bled for me. 
? Though once he bow'd his feeble kneee 
Loaded with sins and agonies, 
Now on the throne of his command. 
His legs hke marble pillars stand.] 
3 [His eyes are majesty and love. 
The eagle temper'd with the dove; 
No more shall trickling sorrows ruu 
Through those dear windows of his bcajL] 
C 



50 EXCELLENCIES OF CHRIST. 

9 His moutli that poiir'd out longf complaintft, 
Now smiles and cheers his fainting saintai 
His countenance more graceful is 
Than Lebanon with all its trees. 
]0 All over glorious is my Lord; 
Must be belov'd, and yet ador'd ; 
His worth, if all the nations knew, 
Sure the whole earth woidd love him tooi 



62. L. M. 

OF him who did salvation brin^, 
I could for ever tliink and sing J 
Arise ye guilty, he'll forgive ; 
Arise ye needy, he'll relieve. . ^ 

S Ask but his grace, and lo ! 'tis given. 
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven ; 
Though sin and sorrow v/ound my soul^ 
Jesus, thy balm will make it whole. 

3 To shame our sins he blush'd in blood, 
He clos'd his eyes to show us God ; 
Let all the world foil down and know, 
That none but God such love could show 

4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone 

I shed my tears and make my moans 
V/here'er I am, where'er I move, 
I meet the object of my love. 

5 Insatiate, to the spring I fly, 
I drink, but yet am ever dry; 

Ah ! who against thy charms is proof? 
All I who that loves, can love enough ? 



Gregg.] 63. L. M. 
Glorying in the Cross of Christ, 
rESUS! and shall it ever be, 

A mortal man ashamed of thee ? 



EXCELLENCIES OF CHRIST. SI 

AshamM of thee, whom angels praise. 
Whose glories shine through endless days. 

2 AshamM of Jesus ? Sooner far, 
Let evening blush to ot\ti a star; 
He sheds the beams of light divine. 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

S Asham'd of Jesus ? Just as soon 
Let midnight be asham'd of noon ; 
*Tis midnight with my soul, till he, 
Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee. 

4 Asham'd of Jesus ? That dear friend. 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend? 
No ; when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his name. 

5 Asham'd of Jesus ? Yes, I may, 
When I've no guilt to wash away, 
No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 

6 Till tiicn — nor is my boastmg vain— 
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain ; 
And O, may this my glory be. 
That Christ is not asham'd of me- 

t His institutions would I praise. 

Take up the cross, the shame despL<«» 
Dare to defend his noble cause, 
And yield obedience to his laws. 



64. L. M. 

Joseph, my son, is yet alive. Gen. xiv. 26, 28* 

"V^E mourning souls, dry up your tears* 
•*- Dismiss your gloomy, groundless feat^ 

And let your hearts with this revive, 

Jesus, the Lord, is yet alive. 
ft His saints he loves and nevsr leaTC^ » 

Til* chief of sinners he receiyes ; 



53 EXCELLENCIES OF CHRIOT. 

Then let this truth your souls retivt^ 
The friend of sinners is alive. 

3 His saints he'll guard from ev'ry iH, 
To them his promises fulfil; 

Then let your hearts with tliis revive* 
Jesus, tlie Lord, is yet alive. 

4 We need not fear to launch away, 
And leave this tenement of clay ; 
His voice shall make our dust revive 
For Christ, the Lord, is yet alive. 

6 Abundant grace he will afford 
Till we are present with the Lord, 
And prove what we have heard befiM* 
That Jesus lives for evermore. 



Beddome.] 65. L. M. 
Gift of God. John iv. 10. 

JESUS, my Lord, my soul's delight 
For thee I long, for thee I pray^ 
Amid the shadows of the night, 
Amid the business of the day. 

9 Jesus, thou art the gifl of God 
To sinners weary and distrest. 
The first of all his gifts bestow'd, 
And certain pledge of all the rest^ 

3 Could I but say, 'This gift is mine,' 
I'd tread the world beneath my fee\ 
No more at poverty repine, 
Nor envy sinners rich and gi-eat 

A The precious jewel I would keep, 
And lodge it deep within my neai\ 
At home, abroad, awake, asleep, 
It nerer should &om thence depca% 



FREE GRACE. C 

Medley.] 66. L. M. 
One thing needful. Luke x. 42L 

JESUS, engrave it on my heart. 
That thou the one thing- needful artx 
I could from all things parted be, 
But never, never, Lord, from thee. 
3 Needful art thou to make me live ; 
Needful art thou all grace to give; 
Needftil to guide me lest I stray, 
Needful to help me every day. 

3 Needful is thy most precious blood; 
Needful is thy correcting rod ; 
Needful is thy indulgent care. 
Needful thy all-prevailing prayer. 

4 Needful thy presence, dearest Lord, 
True peace and comfort to afford; 
Needful thy promise to impart 
Fresh life und -vigour to my heart 

5 Needful art thou to be my stay 
Through all life's dark and stormy way; 
Nor less in death thou'lt needful be, 
When I yield up my soul to thee. 

6 Then shall my soul, with joy supreme^ 
Dwell on the dear, delightful theme ; 
Glory and praise be ever his, 

* The one tbinjj needful' Jesus is. 



FREE GRACE, 



Davies.] 67. 

Tlie pardoning God. Micah vii. 181 

GREAT God of wonders, all thy way» 
Are matcliless, godlike and divine; 
But the fair glories of thy face 
More godlike and uuriviill'd shine. 



!^ FREE GRACE. 

Who is a pardoning God like thee? 
Or who has grace so rich and free 7 

2 Crimes of such horror to forgive, 

Such guilty daring worms to spare, 
Tliis is thy grand prerogative, 

And none shall in the honour share* 
Who is, &c. 

3 Angels and men, resign your claim 

To pity, mercy, love and grace ; 
This glorious croA\Ti Jehovah's nama 

AVith an incomparable blaze. 
Who is, &:c. 

4 In wonder lost, with trembling joy, 

We take the pardon of our God, 
Pardon for crimes of deepest dye, 

A pardon seal'd with Jesus' blood. 
WJio is, &c. 

5 O, may this strange, this matchless gract^ 

This godlike miracle of love. 
Fill the wide earth with grateful praise. 

And all th' angelic choirs above. 
Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
Or who has Pfrace so rich and free? 



68. L. M. 

Grace united icith justice and truth, 

TNFINITE grace ! and can it be 

-*- That heaven supreme should stoop so lov 

To visit one so vile as I, 

One who has been his bitt'rest foe I 
Can holiness and wisdom join 

With truth, with justice and with gracc^ 
To make eternal blessings mine, 

And sin, with all its guilt, erase? 



FREE GRACE. 55 

3 love ! beyond conception great. 

That formM the vast stupendous plan. 
Where all divine perfections meet 
To reconcile rebellious man. 

4 There wisdom shines in fullest blaze, 

And justice all her rights maintains ; 
Astonish'd angels stoop to gaze, 

While mercy o'er the guilty reigns. 

5 Yes, mercy reigns and justice too ; 

In Christ harmoniously they meet; 
He paid to justice all her due, 
And now he fills the mercy-seat. 

6 Such are the wonders of our God, 

And such th' amazing depths of grace, 
To save from wrath's vindictive rod 
The chosen sons of Adam's race. 

7 With grateful songs then let our souls 

Surround our gracious Father's throne ; 
And all between the distant poles 
His truth and mercy ever own. 



69. L. M 

Salvation hy grace, and not by works, 

QJELF-righteous souls on works rely, 
^ And boast their moral dignity ; 
But if I lisp a song of praise, 
Each note shall echo grace, free grace. 

2 Grace ! 'tis a most delightful theme ; 
*Tis grace that rescues guilty man ; 
*Tis grace divine, all conqu'ring, free, 
Or it had never rescued me. 

3 *Twas grace that quicken'd me when dead. 
And grace my soul to Jesus led ; 

Grace brought me pardon for my sin, 
And grace subdues my lust^ within. 



56 FREE GRACE. 

4 Tis grace that sweetens every cross, 
And grace supports in every loss; 
In Jesus' grace my soul is strong; 
Grace is my shield, and grace my song. 

5 *Tis grace defends when danger's near, 
By grace alone I persevere ; 

*Tis grace constrains my soul to love. 
And grace will bear me safe above. 

6 O, grace, free grace alone I boast. 
And 'tis in grace alone I trust; 

And when I rise to heaven, my home, 
J'll shout free grace I free grace, alone I 



70. CM 

Election by Grace, 

ELECTION! 'tis a word divine; 
' For, Lord, I plainly see 

* Had not thy choice influenc'd mine 

*I ne'er had chosen thee.* 
Why so offensive in men's eyes 

Doth God's election seem? 
Because they tliink themselves so wise. 

That they have cliosen him. 
Not so the needy, helpless soul 

Prefers his humble prayer ; 
He looks to him who works the whole. 

And seeks his treasure there. 
His language is, * Let me, my God, 

*0n sovereign grace rely, 
*And own 'tis free, because bestow'd 

* On one so vile as I. 

* Empty and bare I come to thee 

* For righteousness divine ; 

* O, may thy matchless merits be 

* By imputation mine 1' 



FREE GRACE. 07 

Tl. S. M. 

Siilvatian by grace^from first to last. Eph. &• t. 

GRACE I 'tis a charming sounds 
Harmonious to tiie ear ; 
Heaven with the echo shall resound. 
And all the earth shall hear. 
8 Grace first contrived a vraj 
To save rebeUious man ; 
Ajid a.11 the steps that grace display, 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3 [Grace first inscribed my name 

In God's eternal book; 
•Twas grace that gave me to the Lajatb, 
Who all my sorrows took.] 

4 Grace led my roving feet. 

To tread the heavenly road. 
And new supplies each hour I me«t. 
While pressing on to God, 

5 [Grace taught my soul to pray, 

And made my eyes o'erflow ; 
Twas grace which kept me to this daj. 
And will not let me go.] 
^ Grace all the work shall crown. 
Through everlasting days ; 
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
And well deserves the praise. 

Watts.] 72. 

TO him that chose us first. 
Before the world began ; 
To him that bore the curse 

To save rebellious man ; 
To him that form'd our hearts anew 
Is endless praise and glory due. 
(| The Father's love shall run 
Through our immortal son^a 
C2 



We bring to God, the Son, 

Hosannas on our tongues : 
Our lips address the Spirit's nam^ 
With equal praise and zeal tlie mitiJ^ 
Let every saint above, 

And angel round the tlirone, 
For ever bless and love 

The sacred Three in Onei 
Tkus heaven shall raise his honoufs hig\ 
What earth and time grow old and die. 

LORD'S DAY. 



TO. L. M. Sabbath morning, Rfev. \. 10. 

COME, dearest Lord, and bless this day , 
Come, bear our thoughts from earth away* 
Now let our noblest passions rise 
With ardour to their native skies. 

S Come, Holy Spirit, all divine, 
With rays of light upon us shin^ 
And let our waiting souls be blest 
On this sweet day of sacred rest. 

3 Then when our Sabbaths here are o"*6> 
And we arrive on Canaan's shore, 
With all the ransom'd we shall spend 
A Sabbath which shall never end. 



74. C. M. Sabbath morning* 

COME, let us join, with sweet acisordi 
In hymns around the throne^ 
This is the day our rising Lord 
Hath made and call'd his own. 
9 This is the day, which God huth i)ie«i*d, 
The brightest of the sev'n; 
Type of that everlasting rest 
The saints enjoy in heav'xi. 



LORD'S DAT. fip 

Watts.] T5. CM. For the Lord's Day morr^9^ 
T ORD, in tlie morniiig tliou shalt hear 
-*-^ My voke ascending- high; 
To thee will I direct my pFa}^r, 
To thee lift up mine eye. 
2 Up to the hills where Chi'ist is gone 
Tik plead for all his saints. 
Presenting at his Father's throne. 
Our songs and our complaints. 
8 Thou art a God, before whose sight 
The wicked shall not stand; 
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight^ 
Nor dwell at tliy right hand. 

4 But to thy house will I resort 

To taste tli}' mercies there; 
I will frequent thy holy court. 
And worsliip in tliy fear. 

5 O, may th}- spirit guide my feet 

In ways of righteousness; 
Make ev'ry path of duty straight 
^d plain before my face. 

Dr. Watts.] 76. S. M. 

TTie LorcVs day ; or, delight in Ordinance$. 
^XrELCOME sweet day of rest, 

• ^ That saw the Lord arise ; 
Welcome to this reviving breast^ 
And these rejoicing eyes I 

2 The King himself comes near, 

And feasts his saints to-day ; 
Here we may sit, and see him herc^ 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

3 One day amidst the place 

Where my dear God hath been* 
I3 sweeter than ten thousand days 
Of pleasurable sin. 



eQ PRAYER- 

4 My willing^ soul would stay 
In such a frame as this, 
And sit and sing herself away 
To everlastino: bliss. 



Watts.] 77. CM. 

ChrisVs resurrection and our salvatiotu 

Ps. ccviii. 
rilHIS is the day the Lord hath mads» 
-■- He calls the hours his own; 
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad. 
And praise surround the throne. 
3 To-day he rose and left the dead, 
And Satan's empire fell ; 
To-day the saints his triumphs spread 
And all his wonders tell. 

3 Ilosanna to th' anointed King ! 

To David's holy Son ! 
Help us, O Lord! descend and briig 
Salvation from thy throne. 

4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men 

With messages of grace. 
Who comes in God, his Father's nam© 
To save our sinful race. 
^ Hosanna! in the highest strains 
The church on earth can raise: 
The highest heavens, in which he reigiia, 
Shall give them nobler praise. 

PRAYER 



Medley.] T8, CM. 
flUTE hour of prayer once more is oora^ 
-■- Once more, O Lord, we meet: 
Thanks to thy name, there yet is room 
To bow beneath thy feet 



PRAYER. m 

9 Out God, our hope, our heavenly friend. 
Our father and our all, 
Our first great cause, and last g^reat end. 
On thee for help we call. 

3 Tlic helpless, poor and needy soul. 

The tempted and distrest, 
Dear Lord, relieve, support, make wholes 
And calm the troubled breast. 

4 The faith and hope, the joy and love. 

Of all thy saints increase ; 
Hardness and prejudice remove. 
And fill our hearts with peace. 



Hart.] 79. L. M. 

Pray without ceasing. 1 Thes. v. 17. 
13RAYER was appointed to convey 
-^ The blessings God designs to give^ 
Long as tliey live should Cliristians praj 

For only while they pray, tliey live. 
9 The Christian's heart his prayer indites; 

He speaks as prompted from witliin; 
The Spirit his petition writes, 

And Clirist receives and gives it la. 
And wilt thou in dead silence lie. 

When Christ stands waiting for thy pray'* 
My soul, thou hast a friend on high, 

Arise and try thy interest there. 

4 If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress, 

If cares distract, or fears dismay, 
If guilt deject, if sin distress, 
The remedy 's before thee — pray. 

5 *Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak* 

Tho' thought be broken, language lam^ 
Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak ; 
Buw pray with faith in Jesus' nam^ 



08 PRAYER 

6 Depend on him, thou canst not feil; 

Make all thy wants and wishes knowi:^ 
Foar not, his merits must prevail; 
Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done. 



CowpER.] 80, L. M. 

Exhortation to prayer. 

X^THAT various hindrances we m€e^ 

» » In coming to a mercy-seat,; 
Yet, who that knows the worth of prayef 
But wishes to be often there ? 

2 Pray'r makes the darken'd cloud withdraw 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw ; 
Gives exercise to faith and love, 
Brings every blessing- from above. 

5 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; 
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright ; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 
The weakest saint upon his knees, 

4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide 
Success was found on Israel's side ;* 

But when tlirough weariness they faiVd^ 
'I'liat moment Amaleck prevail'd. 

5 Have you no words ? Ah, think again ; 
Words flow apace when you complain. 
And fill your fellow-creature's ear, 
With the sad tale of all your care. 

6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, 
To heaven in supplication sent, 

Vour cheerfii. song would ofl'ner b©* 
Hear what the Lord has done for me,' 

"■■'■■ 1 1 1 III i» 

♦ f;xod^3 jjvii. XI, 



MISSIONS. C8 

MISSIONS. 



81. L. M. 

And they went and preadied everywhert, 
^~^ O, missionaries, and proclaim 
^^ The kind Redeemer you have found; 
Publish his ever precious name 

To all the wondering nations round, 

2 Go tell th' unletter'd, wretched slave 

Who groans beneath a t^Tant's rod, 
You bring a freedom bought with bloody 
The blood of an incarnate God : 

3 And tell the panting sable chief 

On Ethiopia's scorching sand, 
You come with a refreshing stream^ 
To cheer and bless his thirsty laiid- 

4 Go^ tell on India's golden shores. 

The Ganges, Thibet, and Boutan, 
That to enrich their deathless mind 

You come — the friends of God and maA 

5 Tell all tlie distant isles afar, 

That lie in darkness and the grave, 
You have the glorious light to show, 
Jesus has come to seek and sa-ce* 

6 Say the religion you profess 

Is all benevolence and love, 
And, crown'd with energy divine. 
Its heavenly origin wiU prove. 

§2. L. M. 
Jl£ fad of Babylon indicated from the ^rrmding 

of the Gospel. 

PROUD Babylon yet waits her dooin, 
Nor can her tott'ring palace iall. 
Till some blest messenger arise 
"l^e fipacious heathen World to call* 



4 MISSIONS, 

S And see the glorious time approach 5 

Behold tlie mighty angel fly 
The gospel tidings to convey 
To every land beneath the sky, 

5 O, see on both tlie Indies' coasts. 

And Africa's unhappy shore, 
The untaught savage press to hear. 
And, hearing, wonder and adore. 

4 [See, while the joyful truth is told, 

' That Jesus lefl his throne in hearea, 
*And sulier'd, died, and rose again, 
* That guilty souls might be forgiven 

$ See what delight, unfelt before, 

Beams in his fix'd, attentive eye ; . 
And hear him ask, ' For wretched me 
' Did the divine Redeemer die ? 

6 * Ah ! why have ye so long forborne 

*To tell such welcome news as this? 
'Go now, let every sinner hear, 
*And share in such exalted bliss.'] 

t The islands, waiting for his law. 

With rapture greet the sacred sound, 
And, taught the Saviom*'s precious namftj 
Cast all their idols to the ground. 



83. L. M. 

TO distant lands thy gospel send. 
And thus thy empire wide extend i 
To Gentile, Turk and stubborn Jew, 
Thou King of grace, salvation shew, 

8 Where'er thy sim or light arise. 
Thy name, O God ! immortalize ; 
May nations, yet unborn, confess 
Thy wisdom, power and rigliteouaiea*. 



MISSIONS. QB 

84. L.M. 

More labourers wanted. 

LORD, where we cast our eyes abroad. 
And see on heathen altars slain, 
Poor helpless babes for sacrifice, 

To purge their parents' dismal stain, 

2 We can't behold such horrid deeds 

Without a groan of ardent prayer ; 
And, while eacli heart in anguish bleeds, 
We cry. Lord, send thy gospel there. 

3 For tliem we pray, for them we wait. 

To them tliy great salvation shew, 
Thy harvest. Lord, is truly great. 
But faithful labourers are few. 

4 O, send out preachers, gracious Lord, 

Among tliat dark, bewilder'd race; 
Open their eyes, and bless thy word, 
And call them by thy sovereign grace. 

85. 

Othou great source of light and love. 
Look down in mercy from above 
On all the pagan race ; 
Send thy victorious w^ord abroad 
To bring lost sinners home to God; 
O, save them by thy grace I 

2 Ye messengers of Jesus, rise ; 
Proclaim the bleeding sacrifice 

Throughout the heathen world ; 
Point out their lost estate, and tell 
The love of King Immanuel, 

Though half can ne'er be told. 

3 Proclaim inimitable love. 

Which brought the Saviour from above; 

Such love 's in God alone : 
For us he wept, and pray'd and crie<i 



06 IMPUTED RIGHTEOUSNESS. 

Offer'd his life, and bled, and died; 
This breaks the heartr of stone. 

4 Tell men they're lost, deprav'd, undone; 
Tiiat none can save them but tlie Son : 

They'll perish in tlieir sin; 
Then say ' Behold the Lamb of Go4 
* For sin alone ;' believe his word, 

Repent and turn to hun. 

5 Almighty Saviour I God of love ! 
Send down thy spirit from above 

Upon thy servants here ; 
May they march forth with heavenly zeal 
To pai^an lands thy love reveal ; 

O, crown them with success 1 



DIPUTED RIGHTEOUSNES& 



86. L. M. 

Imputed righteousness. Jer. xxiii. 6 ; Isai. Ixi. 10 i 
sly. 24 F liv. 17; 1 Cor. i. 30; 2 Cor. v. 21. 

TESUS, thy blood and righteousness 
*^ My beauty arc, my glorious dress ; 
Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, 
Witli joy shall I lift up my head. 

2 When from the dust of death I rise 
To take my mansion in the skies, 
E'en then shall this be all my plea, 
* Jesus hath hv'd and died for me.' 

3 Bold shall I stand in that great day; 
For who aught to my charge shall lay ? 
While through thy blood absolv'd I am 
From sin's tremendous curse and shame. 

4 Thus Abraham the friend of God, 
Thus all the armies bouglit with blood 



IMPUTED RIGHTEOUSNESS. (T^ 

Saviour of sinners, thee proclaim ; 
Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 

5 This spotless robe the same appears 
When ruin'd nature sinks in years ; 
No age can change its glorious hue, 
The robe of Christ is ever new. 

6 O, let tlie dead now hear thy voice ; 
Bid, Lord, thy banish'd ones rejoice : 
Their beauty this, tlieir glorious dress, 
Jesus, tlie Lord, our righteousness. 



: Dr. Watts.] §7. CM. 

f^ritual Apparel : namely, the Robe of Right eotrs* 
fi£ss and Garments of Salvation. Isa. Ixi. 10. 

A Wx\KE, my heart, arise, my tongue, 
-^*- Prepare a tuneful voice ; 
In God, tlie life of all my joys, 
Aloud will I rejoice. 

2 *Twas he adorn'd my naked soul. 

And made salvation mine ; 
Upon a poor polluted worm 

He makes his graces shine. « 

3 And lest the shadow of a spot 

Should on my soul be fomid. 
He took the robe the Saviour wrought. 
And cast it all around. 

4 How far the heavenly robe exceeds 

What earthly princes wear I 
These ornaments, how bright tliey shine ! 
How white tlie garments are ! 

5 The Spirit wrought my faith and lov^ 

And hope, and every grace ; 

But Jesus spent his life to work 

The robe of rJghteousnes.s, 



68 IMPUTED RIGHTEOUSNESS 

6 Strangely, my soul, art thou arraj'd, 
By the great sacred Three; 
In sweetest harmony of praise 
Let all thy powers agree. 



H^ 



88. L. M. 

Lei me hole on his wounds and weep, 2 Cor. v. 21 
["IGH on a throne my Lord doth sit, 
Though once he suffer 'd here below 
In groans, and tears, and blood, and swe*ii 
Such pain as mortals never luiow. 
2 And shall I now forgetful be 

Of his sharp sorrows, while he hung 
Expanded on th' accursed tree, 

Tortured by spear, and w^hip, and thong 1 
^ No : rather let me ever mourn, 

And weep o'er my expiring God ; 
For 'twas my sins, and not his own, 
That drain'd his last remaining blood. 
4 Lord, how shall I a tribute bring, 
For such immeasurable grace ? 
For tliou wast once for me made sin. 
That I might be thy righteousness. 



Hart.] 89. CM. 

fW Ae kingdom of God is not in word^ but in powet 
1 Cor. iv. 20. 

AFORIM of words, though e'er bo sonn( 
Can never save a soul ; 
The Holy Ghost must give the wound^ 
And make the wounded whole. 
9 Though God's election is a truth, 
Small comfort there I see, 
Till I am told by God's o^vn moutl^ 
That he has chosen me. 



IMPUTED RIGHTEOUSNESSL 09 

3 Sinners, I read, are justified 

By faith in Jesus' blood; 
But when to me that blood's applied, 
'Tis tlien it does me good. 

4 To perseverance I agree ; 

The thing to me is clear : 
Because the Lord has promis'd me. 

That I shall persevere. 
6 Imputed righteousness I own 

A doctrine most divine ; 
For Jesus to my heart makes known^ 

That all his merit 's inine. 

6 That Christ is God I can avouch, 

And for his people cares, 
Since I have pray'd to him as sudi. 
And he has heard my prayers. 

7 That sinners black as heU, by Chri^ 

Are sav'd, I knov/ full well ; 
For I his mercy have not miss'd# 
And I am black as hell. 

8 Thus Christians glorify the Lord; 

His Spirit joins with ours, 

In bearing witness to his word, 

With afl its saving powers. 



90. L. M. 

Come and see free grace an I rig-7iieottsnes9 
in Christ. 

JESUS, dear name, how sweet it sounds i 
Replete with balm for all my wounds ! 
His word declares his grace is fr3c; 
Come, needy sinner, come and sec. 
S He lefl the shining courts on high, 
Came to our world to bleed and die; 
Jesus, the God, hung on a tree, 
Come, thoughtless sinner, come and BO^ 



150 IMPUTED RIGHTEOUSNESa 

8 Your sins did pierce liis bleeding hear*| 
Till death had done its dreadful part; 
Yet his dear love still bui'ns to thee ; 
Come, trembling- sinner, come and see* 

4 His blood will cleanse the foulest stain, 
And make the filthy leper clean ; 

His fountain open stands for thee ; 
Come, guilty sinner, come and see, 

5 The garments of his shining face, 
The glorious robe of righteousness, 
In this array thou bright shall be ; 
Come, naked sinner, come and sec. 

6 No tongue can tell what glories shin© 
In our Immanuel, all divine ; 

O, that, in sweetest melody, 

Eacli lieart may sing, 'He died for maa? 



Watts.] 91. L. M. 

Christ our xdsdom^ rigltteousnesSy fy^ 
1 Cor. i. 30. 

BURIED in shadows of the night. 
We lie till Christ restores tlie lig5>fe 
Wisdom descends to heal the blind, 
And chase the darkness of the mind. 
S Our guilty souls are drown'd in teajSj 
Till his atoning blood appears; 
Then we awake from deep distress, 
And sing, 'the Lord our righteousness^* 

3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin ; 
His spirit makes our natures clean ; 
Such virtues from his suif'rings flow. 
At once to cleanse and pardon too. 

4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns. 
Binding his slaves in heavy chains ; 



IMPUTED RIGHTEOUSNESS. 71 

He sets the prisoners free, and breaks 
The iron bondage from our necks. 
B Poor helpless worms in thee possess 
Grace, wisdom, power and rig-liteousness? 
Thou art our mighty All, and we 
Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. 



B^ 



Hart.] 92. CM. 

Wlio of God is made unto us loisdom^ and righU 
eousness^ and sanctijication^ and redemption 
1 Cor. 1. 30. 

•ELIEVERS own they are but blind; 
They know themselves miwise ; 
But wisdom in the Lord they find, 
Wlio opens all their eyes. 
B Unrighteous are they all, when tried ; 
But God himself declares, 
In Jesus they are justified ; 
His righteousness is their's. 
5 That we're unholy needs no proof; 
We sorely feel the fall ; 
But Christ has holiness enough 
To sanctify us all. 

4 Exposed by sin to God's just wratk 

We look to Clirist, and view 
Redemption in his blood by faith, 
And full redemption too. 

5 Some this, some that, good virtue teach, 

To rectify the soul ; 
But we first afler Jesus reach, 
And richly grasp the whole. 

6 To Jesus join'd, we all that's good, 

From him, our head, derive; 
We eat his flesh and drink his blood, 
And by and in him live. 



^t ALMa 

ALMS. 



93. L.M. 

Collection for the poor. The beneficence of Christ 
for our imitation, 

WHEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, 
What were his works from day to day f 
Sweet miracles of power and grace, 
That spread salvation through our raoa 

2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view 
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue ; 
Let alms bestow'd, let kindness donc^ 
Be witness'd by each rolling sun. 

3 That man may last, but never lives, 
Who much receives but nothing giveft, 
Whom none can love, whom none can thanks 
Creation's blot, creation's blank. 

4 But he who marks, from day to day, 
In generous acts his radiant way, 
Treads the same path his Saviour trcK^ 
The path to glory and to God. 

94. L. M. 

Of thine own have ice given thee. 1 Chron. xxix. 14 

THE Lord who rules the world's affair* 
For me a well-spread board preparea^ 
My grateful tlianks to him shall rise ; 
He knows my wants, those wants suppli» 

2 And shall I grudge to give his poor 
A mite from all my generous store ? 
No, Lord; the friends of thine and thee 
Shall always find a friend in me. 

3 My gratefiil heart shall feel their woe% 
For their relief shall interpose ; 
And, of the bounties I receire, 

I cheerful will a portion give. 



WASfflNG 'JPHE SAINTS* FEET. 73 
WASHING THE SAINTS' FEET. 



95. L. M. 

%e command of Christ to wash one another'^s feet, 

JESUS, tliou great exalted King, 
Thy love, thy matcliless love I sing; 
Descending from tliy lofly seat, 
I see tlice wash thy servants' feet 

2 Here I behold, at once displayM, 
The God, in mortal flesh array'd, 
And an example set for me. 

Set, Christian, by thy Lord, for thee. 

3 Let us attend our sovereign Lord, 
And all his works and acts record ; 

* I have you an example set, 

* That you should wash each other's feet* 

4 My Sa\4our, I obey tliy voice. 
And in thy word and ways rejoice ; 
Would humbly wash thy followers' feet ; 
O, let me here thy presence meet 



9(fi, CM. 

Washing the Sair** 'ut. John xiii. 2. 5. 14 

DISROB'D of all his heavenly dress, 
The Saviour c*rae to earth, 
Cloth'd in a veil of roortal flesh, 
And bow'd his head in death. 
I That awiul night, in whJrh, betray'd. 
He introduc'd the feast 
Which we, my friends hare seen displayM^ 
Where each has been a guest 
\ The solemn scene about to close, 
To make the whole complete, 
He meekly from commimion rose. 
And wash'd his servants' feeL 



74 ORDINATION OF MINISTERS. 

4 *Let each,' he said, 'to others do 

* As I, your Lord, have done ; 
* The heavenly pattern still pursue 
' In form as I have shown.' 

5 Since Christ has the example set 

By his o^^^l blessed hand. 
We'll humbly wash each other's feet. 
Obedient to command. 



ORDINATION OF MINISTERS. 



96* L. M. 

People's prayer for their minister. 



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"^O^ITH heavenly powder, O Lord, defend 
^ * Him, whom w^e now^ to thee commend^ 
His person bless, his soul secure, 
And make him to the end endure. 

2 Gird liim with all-sufficient grace; 
Direct his feet in paths of peace ; 
Tiiy truth and faithfulness fulfil, 
And liclp him to obey thy will. 

3 Before him thy protection send ; 
O, love him, save him to the end ; 
Nor let him, as a pilgrim, rove 
Without the convoy of thy love. 

4 Enlarge, inflame, and fill his heart. 
In him thy mighty power exert, 
That thousands yet unborn may praise 
The wonders of redeeming grace. i 



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Hammond.] 9§« 7s. 
After the charge. Prov. xi. 30. 
OULD you win a soul to God ? 
Tell him of the Saviour's blood j 



ORDINATION OF DEACONa 75 

Say how Jesus' bowels move ; 
Tell liim of redeeming- love. 
8 Tell him how the streams did glide 
From his hands, his feet, his side ; 
How his head with thorns was crowned. 
And his heart in sorrow drown'd. 

3 Tell him how he sutTer'd dcatli. 
Freely yielded up his breath, 
Died and rose to intercede, 

As our advocate and head. 

4 Tell him it was sovereign grace 
Wrought on you to seek his face; 
Made you choose the belter part ; 
Brought salvation to your heart, 

5 Tell him of that liberty. 
Wherewith Jesus makes us free : 
Sweetly speak of sins forgiven, 
Earnest of the joys of heaven. 

ORDINx\TION OF DEACONa 



J. B. Cook.] 09. L. M. 
At the choice of a Deacon, 

THOU sacred spirit, heavenly dovo. 
Distil thy dews of joy and love ; 
O'ersprcad our souls with rays of lightt 
And guide our errin* judgment right 

% From our dear brethren taught lliy word. 
Fain would we choose a Deacon, Lord ; 
One, who may fill the office well, 
And in the faith of Christ excel. 

8 In thee we trust, on thee depend, 
Our constant never-failing fi-iend ; 
Assist us, Lfid, and bless our choice 
Aiid in thy n.une we will rejoice 



76 BEFORE SERMON. 

RECEIVING OF FELLOWSHIP. 



100. CM. 

After Baptism. 
EXTERNAL God, now smile on thoee, 
-*-^ AVho, hoping in thy word, 
This day have pubhcly declared 

That Jesus is their Lord. 
With cheerful feet may they advance. 

And run the Christian race, 
And, through the troubles of the way, 

Find aU-sufficient g-race. 



101. L. M. 

Admission of new members. Gen. xxiv. 31. 

WELCO:\IE, ye well-belov'd of God, 
Ye heirs of grace, redeem'd by blood 
Welcome, with us your hands to join, 
As partners of our lot divine. 

2 With us the pilgrim's state embrace ; 
We're trav'lling to a blissful place ; 
The Holy Ghost, who knows the way, 
Conducts us on from day to day. 

3 Embrace the cross and bear it on ; 
It shall be light and not be long; 
Soon shall we sit with Jesus down. 
And wear an everlasting crown. 

BEFORE SERMON. 



102. CM. 

Casting the Gospel net, Luke v. 5 ; John xid. 6| 

[OW, while the Gospel net is cast, 
Do thou, O Lord, the effort own| 



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BEFORE SERMON. 77 

From numerous disappointments past. 

Teach as to hope in thee alone. 
Maj this be a much-favour'd hour, 

To souls in Satan's bondage led ; 
O, clothe thy word with sovereign power, 

To break the rocks and raise the dead. 
To mourners speak a cheering- word, 

On seeking pouIs vouchsafe to shine ; 
Let poor backsliders be restor'd, 

And all thy saints in praises join. 
[O, hear our prayer, and give us hope. 

That when thy voice shall call us horoe^ 
Thou still wilt raise a people up. 

To love and praise thee in our room.] 



Newton.] 103. CM. 

fV'OW, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart, 
■^^ And teach his tongue to speak; 
Food to the hungry soul impart, 

And cordials to the weak. 
Furnish us all with lig-ht and powers 

To walk in wisdom's ways ; 
So shall the benefit be ours, 

And thou shalt have the praise. 



Hart.] 101. C. M. 

i^NCE more we come before our God. 
^^ Once more his blessing ask ; 
O, may not duty seem a load. 

Nor worship prove a task. 
Father, thy quick'nins" Spirit send 

From heaven, in Jesus' name, 
To make our waiting- minds atteiK^ 

And put our souls in frame. 



73 BEFORE SERMON. 

3 May we receive the word we hear, 

Each m an honest heart ; 
Hoard up the precious treasure tliert^ 
And never with it part. 

4 To seek thee all our hearts dispose, 

To each thy blessings suit; 
And let tlie seed thy servant sows, 
Produce a copious fruit. 

5 Bid the refreshing north wind, wake; 

Say to the south wind, blow; 
Let every plant thy power partake. 
And all the garden grow. 

6 Revive tJic parch'd with heavenly showers,! 

The cold witli warmth divine ; | 

And as tlie benefit is ours, , 

Be all the glory thine. t 



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Dr. \Vatts.] 105. L. M. [ 

7^< books of Nature, and of Script iwe compared 
or^ the glory and success of the Gospel. 
rilllE heavens declare thy glory, Lord, 
-*- In every star thy wisdom shines ; 
But when cur eyes behold thy word, 
We read thy name in fairer lines. 

2 The rolling sun, the changing light, 

And nigJits and days thy power confess| 
But the bless'd volume thou hast writ. 
Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 

3 Sun, moon and stars, convey thy praise 

Round the whole earth, and never stand J 
So when thy truth began its race, 
It toucli'd and glanc'd on every land. 

4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest. 

Till through the world thy truth has run J 
Till Christ hath all the nations blest, 
That see the light or feel the sun. 



BEFORE SERMON. 79 * 

5 Great Sim of Righteousness, arise, 

Bless the dark world with heavenly li^^ht; 
Thy gospel makes the simple wise, 

Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 

6 Tliy noblest wonders here we view. 

In souls renew'd, and sins forgiven ; 
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew. 
And make thy word my guide to heaven. 



Dr. Watts.] 106. L. M. 

Longing after God ; or. the love of God letter 
than life. 
4^ REAT God, indulge my humble claim ; 
^^ Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest 
The glories that compose thy name, 
Stand all engag'd to make me blest. 

2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise. 

Thou art my Fatlier and ni}^ God 1 
And I am tliine by sacred ties ; 

Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood 

3 With lieart and eyes, and lifted hands. 

For thee I long, to thee I look ; 
As travellers, in tiiirsty lands. 

Pant for the cooling Vv'ater brook. 

4 With early feet, I love t' appear 

Among thy saints, and seek thy face ; 
Oil; have I seen thy glory there. 

And felt tlie |K)wer of sovereign grace. 

5 Not fruits nor vrines that tempt our taste, 

Nor all the joys our senses know, 
Could make me so divinely blest. 
Or raise my cheerful passions so. 

6 My life itself, without thy love. 

No taste of pleasure could afford ; 

Twould but a tiresome burden prove, 

If I were banish'd from the Lord. 



eO BEFORE SERMON. 

7 Amidst the wakefiil hours of night. 

When busy cares afflict my head, 

One thought of thee gives new delight, 

And adds refreshment to my bed. 

8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, 

While I have breath to pray or praise , 
This work shall make my heart rejoice, 
And spend the remnant of my days. 



Dr. Watts.] 107. L. M. 

The enjoyment of Christ ; or, delight in worship 

Xj^AR from my tlioughts, vain world, be 

•*- gone,^ 

Let my religious hours alone : 

Fain would my eyes my Saviour see; 

I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire. 

And kindles with a pure desire ; 

Come, my dear Jesus, from above, 

And feed my soul with heavenly lov^ 
S [The trees of life immortal stand, 

In fragrant rows at thy right hand ; 

And in sweet murmurs, by tlieir side. 

Rivers of bliss perpetual glide. 

4 Haste then, but with a smiling face, 
And spread the table of thy grace ; 
Bring down a taste of truth divine. 
And cheer my heart with sacred wine.J 

5 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare ! 
How sweet tliy entertainments are 1 
Never did angels taste above, 
Redeeming grace, and dying love. 

6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine ! 
In thee tliy Father's glories shine ; 
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one, 
Thai eyes have seen, or angela known. 



BEFORE SERMON 81 

Newton.] 108. CM. 

THY promise, Lord, and tliy command. 
Have brouglit us here to-day ; 
And now we humbly waiting stand, 
To hear what thou wilt say.* 
2 Meet us we pray, with words of peace ; 
And fill our hearts with love ; 
That from our follies we may cease. 
And henceforth faithful prove. 



Dr. Watts.] 109. L. M. 

Li/e, the day of Grace and Hope. Eccles. ix. 
4, 6, 10. 

LIFE is the time to serve tlie Lord, 
The time t' insure the great reward*' 
And while the lamp holds out to burn, 
The vilest sinner may return. 

2 [Life is the hour that God hath given, 
To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven ; 
The day of grace, and mortals may 
Secure the blessings of the day.] 

3 The living know that they must die, 
But all the dead forgotten lie ; 

Their mem'ry and their sense is gono, 
Alike unknowing and unknown. 

4 [Their hatred and their love is lost. 
Their envy buried in the dust ; 
They have no share in all that's doiie 
Beneath the circuit of the sim.] 

5 Then what my thoughts design to do. 
My hands with all your might pursue; 
Since no device, nor work is found. 
Nor faitli, nor hope, beneath the ground. 

* Psalm Ixxxv. 8. 

D2 



82 BE'nVEEN PRAYER 

6 There are no acts of pardon passM 
In tlie cold grave, to which we haste ; 
But darkness, death, and long" despair, 
fieign in eternal silence there. 



Dr. Watts.] 110. C. M. 

Breathing after the Holy Spirit; or, fervency q/ 

devotion desired. 

Ip^O^IE, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

^ With all thy quick'ning powers. 

Kindle a flame of sacred love 

In these cold hearts of ours. 

2 Look, how we grovel here below, 

Fond of these trifling toys ; 
Our souls can neither fly nor go, 
To reach eternal joys. 

3 In vain we tune our formal songs, 

In vain we strive to rise ; 
Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 Dear Lord, and sliall we ever live 

At tliis poor dying rate ? 
Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
And thine to us so great ! 

5 Come holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ; 

With all thy quick'ning powers; 
Come shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 



BETWEEN PRAYER AND SERMON, 



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111. CM. 

The divinity of Christ* 
frP.E we aaoic, erernal Wordi 
The Father's equal sen ,* 



AND SERMON. 8S 

Bj heaven's obedient hosts ador'd, 
Ere time its course begun. 

2 The first creation has display'd 

Thine energy divine ; 
For not a single thing was made 
By other hajids tlian thine. 

3 But ransom 'd sinners, with delight, 

Sublimer facts survey ; 
The all-creating Word unite 
Himself to dust and clay. 

4 See the Redeemer clothed in flesh, 

And ask tlie reason 'Why ?' 

The answer fills my soul afresh, 

* To suffer, bleed and die I' 

5 What wonders in thy person meet. 

My Saviour, all divine ! 
I fall with rapture at thy feet^ 
And vrould be wholly tiiine. 



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112. 7s. 

A hlesswg hujnhhj requested. 

ORD, we come before thee now; 
At thy feet we humbly bow ; 
O, do not our suit disdain; 
Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? 

2 In thy own appointed way 

Now we seek thee ; here we stay ; 
I-rord, from hence we would not go 
Till a blessing thou bestow. 

3 Send some message from thy word. 
That may joy and peace afford ; 
Let thy spirit now impart 

Full solvauon to each heart 



84 BETWEEN PRAYER 

4 Grant that all may seek and find 
Thee, a God supremely kind ; 
Heal the sick ; the captive free ; 
Let us all rejoice in thee. 



113. 7s. 

Love of Jesus* 

LOVE divine, how sweet tlie sound. 
May the theme on earth abound ; 
May the hearts of saints below 
With the sacred rapture glow. 

2 Love amazing-, large and free ; 
Love unknown, to tliink on me ! 
Jesus, of thy love possess'd, 

I am now, and shall be blest. 

3 Better than this life of mine, 
Saviour, is thy love divine ; 
Drop the veil and let me seo 
Oceans of this love in thee. 



BEDD03IE.] 114. S. M. 

He beheld the city, and wept over it. Luke 

xix. 41. 

DID Christ o'er sinners weep, 
And shall our cheeks be dry ? 
Let floods of penitential grief 
Burst forth from ev'ry eye. 

2 The Son of God in tears 

Angels with wonder see ; 
Be thou astonish'd, O my soul ! 
Those tears were shed for thee. 

3 He wept that we might weep ; 

Each sin demands a tear : 
In heaven alone no sin is found. 
Afid there 's no weeping there. 



AND SERMON. 89 

115. L. M. 

fllHOU, who for sinners once wast slaii^ 
-■- Once dead, but now alive again ; 
Give nic to know, to taste and prove 
Tlie power and sweetness of thy love. 
2 Give me to feel my sins forgiven, 
And know myself an heir of heaven ; 
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood, 
And fill me with the love of God. 



116. 8, 7, 4. 

Prayer for minister and people. 

DEAREST Saviour, help thy servant 
To proclaim thy wondrous love ; 
Pour thy grace upon his people, 

That thy truth they may approve : 
Bless, O bless tiiem. 
From thy shinmg courts above. 
2 Now thy gracious word invites them 
To partake the gospel feast 
L#et thy spirit sweetly draw them, 

Ev'ry soul be Jesus' guest I 
O, receive us. 
Let us find tlie promised rest 



117. L. M. 

^ty in heaven for a repenting sinner. Luke xv. 1 
"¥X7'H0 can describe the joys that rise 
• • Throuofli all the courts of paradise. 
To see a prodigal return, 
To see an heir of glory born ? 
2 With joy the Father doth approve 
The fruit of liis eternal love ; 
The Son with joy looks down and seea 
Txie purcliase of his agonies. 



86 BETWEEN PRAYER 

3 The Spirit takes delight to \dew 
The holy soul he form'd anew ; 
And saints and angels join to sing 
The growing- empire of their King. 



Watts.] 11§. C. M. A Messed Gospel 

BLEST are tlie souls that hear and know 
The Gospel's joyful sound; 
Peace shall attend the path they go, 
And light their steps around. 
3 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, 
Tlirough their Redeemer's name ; 
His righteousness exalts their hope, 
Nor Satan dares condemn. 
3 The Lord, our glory and defence. 
Strength and salvation gives; 
Jesus, our King, for ever reigns, 
Our God for ever lives. 



119. 

^~^H I my God I and hast tho-t sent 
^^ Me here to preach to-day? 
Oh, baptise my soul witli fire, 

And point me out the way. 
While I draw the gospel bow, 

Lord, let thy arrows fly ; 
May each sinner feel this day 

That Christ for him did die. 
2 Lord, we have assembled here 

To hear what tliou wilt say. 
Some from tlie east, some from the west. 

Some north and south, to pray; 
If I'm sent to preach thy word, 

O God, display thy power ; 
May we have a pentecost, 

A sweet, refresiiing shower. 



AND SERMON. 87 

8 Sinners, Lord, arc trembling now, 

Their tears are trickling down : 
Keen conviction's on their brow 

Wliile they behold thy fro-wn. 
Oh, for justifying grace, 

And thy convicting power ; 
Lord, we beg, for Jesus' sake, 

A sweet refreshing shower. 



Watts.] 120. L. 31. 

Hope in the Covenant. Heb. vi. 17 — 19* 

HOW oft have sin and Satan strove 
To rend my soul from thee, my GxA i 
But everlasting is tliy love, 

Ajid Jesus seals it with his blood. 
2 The oath and promise of the Lord 

Join to confirm the wondrous grace ; 
Eternal power performs the word, 

And fills all heaven witli endless praise, 
8 Amidst temptations sharp and long, 
INIy soul to this dear refuge flies, 
Hope is my anchor firm and strong, 
Wliile tempests blow and billows rise, 
4 The gospel bears my spirit up ; 
A faithful and michanging God 
Lays the foundation of my hope 
In oaths, in promises and blood. 



Steele.] 121. C. M. 

JESUS ! in thy transporting name 
What blissful glories rise ! 
Jesus, tlie angels' sweetest theme, 
The wonder of the skies ! 
f^ Well might the skies with wonder riev 
A love so strange as thine ! 
Ho thought of angels ever knew 
Compassion so divine. 



8 BE'nVEEN PRAYER 

3 Jesus, and didst thou leave the sky 

For miseries and woes ? 
And didst thou bleed, and groan, and dio^ 
For vile, rebellious foes ? 

4 fVictorious love I can language tell 

The wonders of thy power, 
Which conquer'd all the force of hell 
In that tremendous hour ? 

5 ^yhat glad return can I impart 

For favours so divine ? 
O, take my heart, this worthless heart, 
And make it only tliine.] 



122. S. M. Hungry for spiritual food, 

HUNGRY, and faint, and poor, 
Beliold us. Lord, again 
Assembled at thy mercy's door, 
Tiiy bounty to obtain. 
2 Thy word invites us nigh. 
Or we must starve indeed ; 
For we no money have to buy, 
No righteousness to plead. 
\ The food our spirits want 
Thy hand alone can give ; 
O, hear tlie pray'r of faith, and grant 
That we may eat and live. 



DossEY.] 123. S. M. 

Divine assistance invoked, 

ASSIST thy servant. Lord, 
The gospel to proclaim ; 
Let power and love attend the word, 
And every breast inflame. 
S Bid mibelief depart ; 

Banish the fear of man ; 



AND SERMON. 

Take full possession ot* his heart. 

And glorify thy name. 
8 Make stubborn sinners bend 

To thy divine control ; 
Constrain the wand'ring- to attend, 

And make tlie wounded whole. 
4 Extend thy conqu'ring arm, 

With banner wide unfurPd, 
Until thy glorious grace shall charm 

And harmonize tlie world. 



Watts.] 124. L. M. 

THIS life 's a dream, an empty show ; 
But the bright world, to which we gr% 

Hath joys substantial and sincere ; 

When shall I wake and find me there? 
2 O glorious hour ! O blest abode I 

I shall be near and like my God ; 

And flesh and sin no more control 

The sacred pleasures of the soul. 
8 My flesh shall slumber in the ground 

Till the last trumpet's joyflil sound ; 

Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, 

And in my Saviour's image rise. 



1*25. L. M. 

Desiring communion with God, 
"pL/TY rising soul, with strong desires, 
-•-^-^ To perfect happiness aspires ; 
With steady steps would tread the road, 
That leads to heaven, that leads to God 
2 I thirst to drink unmingled love 
From tlie pure fountain-head above : 
My dearest Lord, I long to be 
Empty of sin and full of thee. 



90 AFTER SERMON. 

4 For thee 1 pant, for thee I burn; 
Art thou withdrawn ? again return ; 
Nor let me be the first to say 
Thou wilt not hear when sinners pray 



Watts.] 126. L. M. 

The love of Christ shed abroad in the heart, 

COME dearest Lord, descend and dwell, 
By faith and love, in ev'ry breast; 
Then shall we Imow, and taste, and feel. 
The joys that cannot be express'd. 

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength ; 

Make our enlarged souls possess 
And learn the height, and breadth, and length, 
Of thine iinmeasurable grace. 

3 Now to the God, whose power can do 
More than our tlioughts and wishes know, 
Be everlasting honours done 

By all the church througli Christ his Son 

AFTER SERMON. 



Newtox.J 127. C. M. 

Fa\ifi*8 review and expectation. 1 Chron. xviL 

16,17. 

AIVIAZIXG 2frace ! (how sweet tlie sound !) 
That sav'd a wretch like me ; 
I once was lost, but now am found, 
Was blind, but now I see ! 

2 *Twas grace that tauglit my heart to fear. 

And grace my fears reliev'd ; 
How precious did that grace appear, 
The hour I first believ'd ! 

3 Through many dangers, toils and snares* 

I have already come ; 



AFTER SERMON. 91 

Tlfl grace has brought me safe thi/S far, 
And grace will lead me home. 

4 The Lord has promis'd good to me ; 

His word my hope secures ; 
He will my shield and portion be, 
As long as life endures. 

5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall foil, 

And mortal life shall cease, 
I shall possess within the vail, 
A life of joy in peace. 

6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 

The sun forbear to shine ; 
But God, wlio call'd me here below. 
Will be for ever mine. 



128. L. M. 

DISMISS us with thy blessing, Lord^ 
Help us to feed upon thy word, 
All that lias been amiss forgive. 
And let tliy truth within us live. 
2 Thougli we arc guilty, tJiou art good; 
Wash all our souls in Jesus' blood, 
Give every fctter'd soul release, 
And bid us all depart in peace. 



129. S. M. 

ONCE more before we part. 
We'll bless tlie Saviour's name. 
Record his mercies, every heart, 
Sing every tongue the same. 
S Hoard up his sacred word. 

And feed tliereon, and grow ; 

Go on, and seek to know the Lord 

And practise what you know. 



02 AFTER SERMON. 

130. 

ORD, dismiss us with thy blessings 



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Fill oiir hearts with joy and peao« 
Let us each, thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace. 
O refresh us, O refresh us. 
Travelling through this wilderneea 
9 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
For thy Gospel's joyful sound ; 
May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound; 

Ever faithful, ever faithful 
To the truth, may we be found. 
8 So, whene'er the signal 's given, 
Us from earth to call away, 
Borne on angels' wings to heaven. 
Glad the summons to obey. 

May we ever, may we ever 
Reign with Christ in endless day. 



Dr. Watts.] 131, S. M. 

The passion and exaltation of ChrisL 

COME, all harmonious tongues. 
Your noblest music bring; 
Tis Christ the everlasting God, 
And Christ the man we sing. 
S Tell how he took our flesh, 
To take away our guilt; 
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood. 
That hellish monsters spilt. 
3 [Alas ! the cruel spear 

Wont deep into his side, 
And the rich flood of purple gore 
Their murd'rous v^^eapons dyed.1 



AFTER SERMON. 93 

4 [The waves of swelling- grief 

Did o'er his bosom roll, 
And mountains of Almighty wratii 
Lay heavy on his soul.] 

5 Down to tlie shades of death 

He bow'd liis awful head ; 

Yet he cLTose to live and reign 

When death itself is dead. 

6 No more the bloody spear, 

The cross and nails no more ; 
For hell itself shakes at his name. 
And all the heavens adore. 

7 There the Redeemer sits, 

High on the Father's throne : 
Tlie Father lays his vengeance by, 
And smiles upon his Son. 

8 There his full glories shine 

With uncreated rays, 
And bless liis saints' and angels eyea» 
To everlasting days. 



Doddridge.] 132. C. M. 
2^e condescending grace of Christ. Mat. XX. 28« 

SAVIOUR of men, and Lord of love, 
How sweet tiiy gracious name I 
With joy that errand we review, 
On which thy mercy came. 

2 While all thy owti angelic bands 

Stood waiting on the wing, 
Charm'd with the honour to obey 
Their great eternal King;. 

3 For us, mean, wretched, sinful mei^ 

Thou laid'st that glory by, 
Firsts in our mortal flesh to serre} 
Then, in that flesh to die 



04 AFTER SERMON. 

4 Bought with thy service and t]iy bloodi 
We doubly, Lord, are thine ; 
To tliee our hves we would devote» 
To thee our death resign. 



Watts.] 133. L. M. 

^O let our lips and lives express 
^ The holy gospel we profess ; 
So let our works and virtues shine, 
To prove the doctrine all divine. 

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
The honours of our Saviour God, 
When the salvation reigns within, 
And grace subdues the power of sink 

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, 
Passion and envy, lust and pride ; 
While justice, temp'rance, truth and love 
Our inw^ard piety approve. 

4 Religion bears our spirits up, 
While we expect that blessed hope. 
The briglit appearance of the Lord, 
And faith stands leaning on his wor^* 



134. 7s. 

THANKS for mercies past receiT^i 
Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teach us henceforth how to live, 
With eternity in view. 

2 Bless thy word to old and young; ;> 

Grant us. Lord, thy peace and loTt^ M 

And, when life's short race is run^ » 
Take us to thy house above. 



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AFTER SERMON. 05 

135. Parting Song. 

NOW brethren, ere we part, 
Let 's join to praise our God ; 
His love fill every lie art. 

While we are on the road : 
'Tis sweet to feel our Saviour's love. 
But sweeter still in heaven above. 
2 There we shall meet again, 

Should we ne'er meet on earth ; 
We'll see our Saviour's face, 

And sing- our heavenly birth ; 
Our parting end, while we adore 
Our blessed God for ever more. 
^ But let us ne'er forget 

To beg our children dear 
To come to Clirist, our Lord, 

And seek him vrhile he 's near : 
^lay we all meet in heaven above, 
And join to praise redeeming love. 



136. L. M. 

RAISE God, from whom all blessings flo\^ 
Praise him, all creatiu"es here below ; 
Praise him above, ye heavenly hosts, 
Praise Father, Son, and Holv Ghost. 



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W^^TTs.] 137. C. M. 

r ET God the Father, and the Son, 
■-^ And Spirit, be ador'd. 
Where there are works to make liim knoxn^ 
Or Saints to love the Lord. 



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138. S.M. 
JTR Father God adore, 
And praise his equal Soa| 



96 THE CHRISrriAN. 

The spirit bless for evermore, 
Three mysteries in one. 



139. L. M. 

TO God the Father, God the Son, 
And God tlie Spirit, three in one, 
Be honour, praise and glory given 
By all on eartli, and all in heaven. 



140, CM. 

TO praise the Father and the Son 
And Spirit, all divme, 
The one in three, and three in one. 
Let saints and angels join. 



141. L.M. 

TTAIL, Father I hail, eternal Son ! 
-■"•- Hail, sacred Spirit, three in one I 
Blessings and thanks, and power diWne, 
Thrice holy Lord, be ever thine I 

THE CHRISTL\N. 



CowpER.] 142. CM. 
TTie contrite heart. Isaiah Mi. 15. 

THE Lord will happiness divine 
On contrite hearts bestow ; 
Then tell me, gracious God, is rain© 

A contrite heart or no ? 
I hear, but seem to hear in vain, 

Insensible as steel; 
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain, 
To find I cannot feel 



THE CHRISTIAN. 97 

9 I sometimes think myself iiiclin*d 
To love thee, it* I could ; 
But often feel another mind, 
Averse to all that's good. 

4 My best desires are faint and few» 

I fain would strive for more ; 
But when I cry, ' my strengtli renew, 
Seem weaker than before. 

5 Thy saints are comforted I know, 

And love thy house of prayer ; 
I therefore go wiiere others go, 
But find no comfort there. 

6 O, make this heart rejoice or ache. 

Decide this doubt for me ; 
And if it be not broken, break. 
And heal it, if it be. 



CowpER.] 143. CM. 
Jehovah our righteousness. Jer. xxiii. 6. 

l^/f'Y God, how perfect are thy ways! 
-^'-■- But mine polluted are ; 
Sin twines itself about my praise, 
And slides into my prayer. 
|2 If I would speak what thou hast doDO 
To save me from my sin, 
I cannot make thy mercies known, 
But self-applause creeps in. 
3 Divine desire, that holy flame 
Thy grace creates in me, 
Alas ! impatience is its name, 
When it returns to tliee. 
'I This heart, a fountain of vile thoughla^ 

How^ does it overflow ' 
' While self upon the surface floats, 
Still bubbling from below. 



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5 Let others in the gaudy dress 
Of fancied merit shine ; 
The Lord shall be my righteousness. 
The Lord for ever mine. 



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Dr. Doddridge.] 1 44» C. M. 

Jesus, precious to them that believe, 1 Peter ii. 7. 

TESUS, I love thy charming name ; 

*^ 'Tis music to my car ; 

Fain would I sound it out so loud. 

That earth and Iieaven might hear. 

2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 

My transport and my trust ; 
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust. 

3 AH my capacious powers can wish, 

In thee doth richly meet ; 
Nor to my eyes is lic^ht so dear, 
Nor friendship half so su'^ect. 

4 Tliy grace sliall dwell upon my heart. 

And shed its fragrance there ; 
The noblest balm of all its wounds, 
Tiie cordial of its care. 

5 ril speak the honours of thy name, 

With my last laboring breath ; 
And dying, clasp thee in my arms. 
The antidote of deatii. 



Self-denial. 



145. CM. 

Mark viii. 34 ; Luke ix. 23, 



AND must I part with all I have, 
My dearest Lord, for thee ? 
It is but right, since thou hast done 
Much more than this for me. 



THE ClIRISnA.W. i 

9 Yes, let it go; one look from the« 
Will more than make araendfl 
For all the losses I sustain, 
Of credit, riches, friends. 

3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand liTca, 

How worthless thej appear. 
Compared with thee, supremely good. 
Divinely bright and fair I 

4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee 

A single smile obtain. 
Though destitute of all things else, 
I*d glory in my gain. 



Dr. Watts' Lyric Poems.] 146. S. AL 

Confession and Pardon. 1 John i. 9 ; Pro?, 
xxviii. 18. 

TLTY sorrows, like a flood, 
-^^■^ Impatient of restraint. 
Into thy bosom, O my God, 
Pour out a long complaint. 
I 2 This impious heart of mine 
I Could once defy the Lord ; 

Could rush with violence on to sin. 
In presence of thy sword. 

3 How often have I stood 
A rebel to the skies, 

And yet, and yet, O matchless gr&ot! 
Thy thunder silent lies. 

4 O, shall I never feel 
The meltings of thy love ? 

Am I of such hell-harden'd steel 

That mercy cannot move ? 
0*ercome by dying love, 

Here at thy cross I lie; 



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And throw my flesh, my soul, nry a33, 
And weep, and love, and die. 

6 * Rise,' says the Saviour, * rise, 

Behold my wounded veins; 
Here flows a sacred, crimson flood. 
To wash away thy stains,' 

7 See, God is reconcil'd I 

Behold his smiluig- face ! 
Let joyful cherubs clap their wing^ 
And sound aloud his grace. 



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Newton.] 14T. L. M. 
Prayer answered by crosses. 

IASK'D tlie Lord that I might grow 
In faith, and love, and every grace; 
Might more of his salvation know. 
And seek more earnestly his face. 

3 *Twas he, who taught me first to pray, 

And he, I trust, has answer'd prayer; 
But it has been in such a way. 

As almost drove me to despair. 
I hoped that in some favour'd hour, 

At once he'd answer my request; 
And by his love's constraining power. 

Subdue my sins and give me resL 

4 Instead of this, he made me feel 

The hidden evils of my heart, 
And let the angry powers of hell 
Assault my soul in every part 
^ Yes, more ; with his own hand he seemM 
Intent to aggravate my woe ; 
Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, 
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. 
% * Lord, why is this ?' I trembling cried, 
* Wilt thou pursue thy worm to deaUl 



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IHE CHRISTIAN. 101 

*Tris in this way,' tlic Lord replied, 

* I answer prayer for grace and faith» 

* These inward trials I employ, 

* PVom self and pride to set thee free » 

* And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 

* That thou may'st seek thy all in me 



Fawcett.] 14 §. CM 
Inward Religion. James i. 27. 

RELIGION is the chief concern 
Of mortals licre below ; 
May I its great importance learn, 

Its sovereign virtue know. 
More needful this, tlian glittering wealth ^ 

Or aught the world bestows ; 
Not reputation, food, or health, 

Can give us such repose. 
Religion sliould our thoughts engage 

Amidst our youthful bloom ; 
'Twill fit us for declining age, 

And for the awful tomb. 
O, may my heart, by grace renew'd* 

Be my Redeemer's throne ; 
And be my stubborn will subdu'd. 

His government to own. 
Let deep repentance, faith, and love 

Be join'd with godly fear ; 
And all my conversation prove 

My heart to be sincere. 
Preserve me from tlie snares of Rin, 

Through my remaining days ; 
And in me let each virtue shine 

To my Redeemer's praise. 



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7 Let lively hope my soul inspire; 
Let warm affections rise ; 
And may I wait with strong desire. 
To mount above the skies 



149. L. M. 

A WAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, 
-^^ And sing thy great Redeemer's praii5 
He justly claims a song from me ; 
His loving kindness, O how free I 

2 He saw me ruin'd in tlie fall, 
Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all 
He savM me from my lost estate. 
His loving-kindness, O Iiow great I 

5 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, 
Though earth and liell my way oppose, 
He safely leads my soul along ; 

His loving-kindness, O how strong ! 

4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
Has gathered thick, and thunder'd louo. 
He near my soul has always stood ; 
His loving-kindness, O how good I 

$ Often I feel my sinful heart 
tiune from my Jesus to depart; 
But though I Jiave Jiim oft forgot. 
His loving-kindness changes not. 

6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, 
Soon all my mortal powers must fail; 
O, may my last expiring breath 
His loving kindness sing in death I 

? Then let me mount and soar away 
To the briglit world of endless day, 
And sing with rapture and surprise 
His loving-kindness in tJie skies. 



THE CHRISTIAN. UX\ 

Wesley's Collection.] 150, S. M 

r WANT a heart to prny, 
■■- To pray and never cease ; 
Never to murmur at thy stay, 
Or wisli my suff 'rin^^s less, 

2 Tliis blessin;^ above all. 

Always to pray, I want ; 
Out on the deep on thee to call. 
And never, never faint 

3 I want a true regard, 

A singfle, steady aim, 
UnmovM by threat'ningrs or reward. 
To thee ajid thy great name. 

4 A jealous, just concern 

For thine immortal praise; 
A pure desire, tliat ail may lea.\n 
And glorify thy grace. 

5 I want with all my heart. 

Thy pleasure to fulfil ; 
To know myself, and what thou art. 
And what thy perfect will. 

6 I want, I know not what ; 

I wcint my wants to sec ; 

I want — alas I what want I not 

When tliou art not in mc ? 



Newton.] 151, S. M. 

TJit good that I icoulf}^ Ida not, Rom. rii. 19. 

T WOULD, but cannot, sing ; 
-■- Guilt has untunM my voice ; 
The serpent, sin*s envenom'd stingy, 
Has poison'd all my joys. 

9 I know the Lord is nigh. 

And would, but cannot, pray; 



104 THE CHRISTIAN. 

For Satan meets me when I try, 
And frights my soul away. 

3 1 would, but can't repent, 

Though I endeavour oft; 
This stony heart can ne'er relent. 
Till Jesus make it soft. 

4 I would, but cannot, love, 

Though woo'd by love divine; 
No arguments have power to move 
A soul so base as mine. 

5 I. would, but cannot, rest 

In God's most holy will ; 
I know what he appoints is best» 
Yet murmur at it still. 

6 0, could I but believe. 

Then all would easy be ; 
I would, but cannot — Lord, relieve. 
My help must come from tliee. 

7 But if indeed I woiildy 

Though I can nothhig do; 
Yet the desire is something good, 
For wliicli my praise is due. 

8 By nature prone to ill, 

Till thine appointed hour, 
I was as destitute of will, 
As now I am of power. 

9 Wilt thou not crown, at length, 

The work thou hast begun ; 
And with a will, aiford me strengtli. 
In all thy ways to run ? 



Newton.] 152. C. M. 
Of that I were as in months past I Job xxix. 2. 

SWEET was the time when first I felt 
The Savio^or's pard'ning blood, 



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Applied to cleanse my soul from gulltf 
And bring me liome to God ! 
fi Soon as tlie morn the light revcaPd, 
His praises tunM my tongue; 
And when tlie evening shades prevail*d. 
His love was all my song. 
S In vain the tempter spread his whiles ; 
The world no more could charm j 
I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles, 
And lean'd upon his arm. 

4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, 

And saw his glory shine ; 
And when I read his holy word, 
I call'd each promise mine. 

5 Then to his saints I oftei> spoke, 

Of wJiat his love had done ; 
But now my heart is almost broke. 
For all my joys are gone. 

6 Now, when tlie evening shade prevails. 

My soul in darkness mourns ; 
And wlien the morn the light reveal*. 

No light to me returns. 
T My prayers are now a chatt'ring nolse« 

For Jesus hides his face ; 
I read, the promise meets my eyes» 

But will not reach my case. 
.8 Now, Satan threatens to prevail. 

And make my soul his prey ; 
Yet, Lord, thy mercies camiot fa3» 

O, come without delay. 



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CowpER.] 153. C M. 

Walking mth God. Gen. v. 24. 
HI for a closer walk with Go4* 
A calm and heav'nly frame*' 
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106 THE CHRISTIAN. 

A light to shine upon the road, 
Tliat leads me to the Lamb I 

2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 

When I obej'd the Lord? 
Where is the soul-refreshing riew, 
Of Jesus, and his word ? 

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'di 

How sweet tlieir memory still ! 
But they liave left an aching void. 
The world can never fill. 

4 Return, O, holy Dove, return, 

Sweet messenger of rest ; 
I hate the sins that made thee mourn. 
And drove thee from my breast 

5 The dearest idol I liave known, 

Wliate'er that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
And worship only thee. 

6 So shall my walk be close with God, 

Calm and serene my frame ; 
So purer light sliall mark the road. 
That leads me to the Lamb. 



Dr. W^\tts' Sermons.] 154. C. M. 

O that I knew where I might find him. Job 
xxiii. 3, 4. 

OTHAT I knew the secret place. 
Where I might find my God I 
I*d spread my wants before his faCQ, 
And pour my woes abroad. 
2 rd tell him how my sins arise, 
What sorrows I sustain ; 
How grace decays and comfort die% 

And leaves njy heart in pain. 
He knows what arguments I'd takoi, 
To wrestle with my God; 



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THE CHRISTIAN. 107 

rd plead for his o\vii mercy's sake, 

And for my Saviour's blood. 
My God will pity my complaints, 

And heal my broken bones ; 
He takes the meaning of his saints, 

The language of their groans 
Arise, my soul, from deep distress, 

And banish every fear ; 
He calls thee to his throne of grace, 

To spread thy sorrows there. 



155. C. M. True happiness. 

HOW happy is the Christian's state! 
His sins are all forgiven ; 
A cheering ray confirms the grace. 
And lifts his hopes to heaven. 

2 Though in the rugged path of life, 

He heaves the pensive sigh; 
Yet, trusting in his God, he finds 
Delivering grace is nigh. 

3 If to prevent his wand'ring steps. 

He feels the chast'ning rod, 
The gentle stroke sliall bring him back 
To his forginng Gud. 

4 And when the welcome message comes. 

To call his soul away, 
His soul in rapture shall ascend 
To everlasting day. 



Newton.] 156. 7s, 

Graces of the Spirit. 

TIS a point I long to know, 
(Ofl it causes anxious thought,) 
Do I love the Lord, or no? 
Am I his, or am I not ? 



108 THE CHRICTIAN. 

2 If I love, why am I thus ? 

Why this dull and lifeless frame? 
Hardly, sure, can they be worse, 
Wlio have never heard his name* 

3 Could my heart so hard remain, 

Prayer a task and burden prove* 
Every trifle give me pain, 
If I knew a Saviour's love? 

4 When I turn my eyes within, 

All is dark, and vain, and wild ; 
Fill'd with unbelief and sin, 
Can I deem myself a child ? 

5 If I pray, or hear, or read. 

Sin is mix'd with all I do ; 
You that love the Lord indeed. 
Tell me, is it thus with you? 

6 Yet, I mourn my stubborn will ; 

Find my sin a grief and thrall ; 
Should I grieve for what I feel, 
If I did not love at all ? 

7 Could I joy his saints to meet, 

Choose the ways I once abhorr'd, 
Find at times the promise sweet, 
If I did not love the Lord ? 

8 Lord, decide the doubtful case ; 

Thou who art thy people's Sun, 
Shine upon thy work of grace, 
If it be indeed begun. 

9 Let me love thee more and more, 

If I love at all, I pray ; 
l£ I have not lov'd before. 
Help me to begin to-day. 



Fawcett.] 157, C. M. 

WITH melting heart, and weeping eye^ ^ 
My guilty soul for mercy cries ; 



THE CHRISTIAN. 100 

What shall I do or whither flee, 
T' escape that vengeance due to me 1 
Till now, I saw no danger nigh : 
I liv'd at ease, nor fear'd to die ; 
Wrapt up in self-conceit and pride, 

* I shall have peace at last,' I cried. 
But when, great God, thy light divine 
Had shone on this dark soul of mine, 
Then I beheld, with trembling awe, 
The terrors of thy holy law. 

How dreadful now my guilt ap|)ears, 
In childhood, youth, and growing years ! 
Before thy pure, discerning eye, 
Lord, what a filtliy wretch am 1 1 
Should vengeance still my soul pursue* 
Death and destruction are my due ; 
Yet mercy can my guilt forgive, 
And bid a dying sinner live. 
Does not thy sacred word proclaim 
Salvation free, in Jesus'* name ? 
To him I look, and humbly cry, 

* O save a wretch condemn'd to die I** 



Dr. S. Stenxett.] 158. S. M. 

Praise for conversion. Psalms Ixvi. 16. 

COME, ye that fear the Lord, 
And listen while I tell. 
How narrowly my feet escapM 

The snares of death and hell. 
The flatt'ring joys of sense 

Assail'd my foolish heart. 
While Satan, with malicious skill, 

Guided the poisonous dart. 
I fell beneath the stroke ; 

But fell to rise again; 



110 THE CHRISTIAN. 

My ang-uish rous'd me into life, 
And pleasure sprung- from pain. 

4 Darkness, and shame and grief, 

Oppress'd my gloomy mind ; 
I look'd around me for relief, 
But no relief could find. 

5 At length to God I cried ; 

He heard my plaintive sigh; 
He heard, and instantly he sent 
Salvation from on high. 

6 My drooping head he raised. 

My bleeding wounds he heal'd, 
Pardon'd my sins, and with a smile 
The gracious pardon seal'd. 

7 O, may I ne'er forget 

The mercy of my God ; 
Nor ever want a tongue to spread 
His loudest praise abroad. 



159. L M. 

OHOW shall I myself assure 
That I am safe in Christ, secure, 
Or that I do in him believe. 
And from him grace for grace receive 
When I with Christians do compare 
My daily exercise, and prayer, 
I seem to fall so far behind. 
That gloomy fears o'erwhelm my mind. 
I read the precious v/ord of God, 
Which Jesus ratified with blood ; 
And while I read my fears arise, 
And hide the promise from my eyes 
I go to meeting as the rest, j 

To hear and learn, and to be bless'd , I 

But while they're comforted in bliss. 
My heart 's just like a rock of ice. 



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THE CHRISTIAN'S CONFLICT. HI 

5 Or, if I*m ever made to weep, 

And, weeping-, rank with Jesus' sheep. 
Those comforts are but transient ^uesta. 
My blessings make but partial feasts. 

6 Sometimes I seek some lonely place, 
To muse and pray for greater grace; 
But there can only groan and sigh, 
O, what a wretched soul am I ! 

7 Others, I hear, say they have found 
The Saviour precious all aroimd ; 
But I am mostly cold and dead, 
Which often makes me sore afraid. 

8 Some Christians, when they come to die 
Seem full of joy, and long to fly ; 

Bat I have oil a tortur'd mind. 
Lest I should tlien be lefl behind. 

9 Come, Christians dear, of every tongu^ 
Whose hearts and lips agree in one, 
Unfold the truth, and let me know 

If it indeed be so with you. 
10 Are these the trials, which you know I 
Is this the gloomy way you go ? 
Come, tell me quick, for Jesus' sake. 
Or my poor heart will surely break. 

THE CHRISTIAN'S CONFOCT, 



160. S. M. 

The evils of the heart lamented^ 

ASTONISH'D and distressed, 
I turn my eyes within ; 
My heart with guilt oppress'd, 
The seat of every sin. 
\% What crowds of evil thoughts. 
What vile aifectiona there! 



113 THE CHRISTIANAS CONFLICT. 

Distrust, presumption, artful g-uile. 
Pride, envy, slavish fear, 

3 Almig-hty King of saints, 

These tyrant lusts subdue, 

Expel the darkness of my mind. 

And all my powers renew. 

4 This done, my cheerful voice 

Shall loud hosannas raise ; 
My soul shall then rejoice. 
My lips proclaim thy praise. 



161. CM. 

A Christian's changes. 

STRANGE that so much of heaven t»l 
hell 
Should in one bosom meet! 
Lord, can thy spirit ever dwell 
Where Satan has a seat ? 

2 Now I am all transformed to love, 

And could expire in praise • 
Anon, not all the joys above 
One cheerful note can raise. 

3 By faithless hopes and golden dreami, 

I'm tortur'd or betray'd ; 
Still toss'd between the two extremes. 
Too vain, or too dismay'd. 

4 Decide the dubious, awful case, 

By some assuring sign : 
And O, may thy all-conquering grace. 
Demonstrate I am thine 



162. L.M. 

Flesh and spirit in struggle. 

HOW sad and awfiil is my state! 
The very thing I do, I hate; 



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THE CHRISTIAN'S CONFLICT. 113 

When I to God draw near in prayer, 
I feel the conflict even there. 

2 I mourn because I cannot mourn ; 
I hate my sin, yet cannot turn ; 

I grieve because I cannot grieve ; 
I liear the truth, but can't believe, 

3 Yet Lord, the blood, which thou hast spilt, 
Can make this rocky heart to melt ; 

Thy blood can make me clean within. 
Thy blood can pardon all my sin. 

4 On this rich blood my faith is found, 
And on this hope I fix my ground ; 
Soon shall I reach the eternal shore, 
Where doubts and fears prevail no more* 



S. Stennett.] 163. L. M. 
In-dwelling sin lamenttd. 

WITH tears of anguish I lament. 
Here at thy feet, my God, 
My passion, pride, and discontent, 
And vile ingratitude. 

2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, 

So false as mine has been ; 
So faithless to its promises, 
So prone to every sin. 

3 My reason tells me thy commands 

Are holy, just and true ; 
Tells me whate'er my God demands, 
Is his most righteous due. 
d Reason I hear, her counsels weigh. 
And all her words approve ; 
But still I find it hard t' obey, 
And harder y?t to love. 
J How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel 
These struggles in mj breast? 



114 THE CHURCH. 

When wilt thou bow my stubborn will, 
And give my conscience rest. 
6 Break, sovereign grace, O break the chainSi 
And set the captive free ; 

Reveal, almighty God, thine arm, 
And haste to rescue me. 



THE CHURCH. 



Watts.] 164. L. M. 

The Church the garden of Christ. Cant. iv. 12, 15^ 

WE are a garden wallM around. 
Chosen, and made peculiar ground ; 
A little spot inclos'd by grace, 
Out of the world^s wide wilderness. 

2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, 
Planted by God the Father's hand ; 
And all his springs in Zion flow 

To make the young plantation grow. 

3 Awake, O heavenly wind, and come. 
Blow on this garden of perfume ; 
Spirit divine, descend and breathe 

A gracious gale on plants beneath. 

4 Make our best spices flow abroad 
To entertain our Saviour, God ; 
And faith, and love and joy appear, 
And every grace be active here. 



Watts.] 165, L. M 

God the glory and defence of Zion, 

HAPPY the church, thou sacred place, 
The seat of thy creator's grace ; 
Thy holy courts are his abode. 
Thou earthly palace of our God. 



TIIE CIIURCIL llJt ' 

9 Thy walls are strcng^th, and at thy galea 
A guard of heavenly warriors waits ; 
Nor shall thy deep foundations move, 
FixM on his counsels and his love. 

3 Thy foes in vain designs engage; 
Against his throne in vain they rage, 
Like rising waves, with angry roar, 
'J'hat dash and die upon the shore. 

i Then let our souls in Zion dwell, 
Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell; 
His arms embrace this happy ground, 
Like brazen bidwarks built around. 

5 God is our shield, and God our gun ; 
Swift as the fleeting moments run, 
On us he sheds new beams of grace, 
And we reflect his brightest praise. 



Watts.] 166. C. M. 

T^e safety of the Church. Isa. xxvi. 1 — 6 

XIOW firm, how blissful is the place. 
-■-■■ Where we adoring stand ' 
Zion, the glory of tlie earth, 
And beauty of the land. 

2 Bulwarks of miglity grace defend 

The city where we dwell ; 
The walls, of strong salvation made, 
Defy th' assaults of hell. 

3 Lift up the everlasting gates; 

The doors wide open fling; 
Enter, ye nations that obey 
The statutes of your King. 

4 Here shall you taste unmingled ]oy%^ 

And live in perfect peace ; 
You tliat have known JehovaJi*s namei 
And venturM on his grace. 



116 THE CHURCH. 

5 Trust in the Lord, for ever trufit, 
And banish all your fears ; 
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells. 
Eternal as his years, 

167. S. M. 

TTOW charming is the place, 
•*--■- Where my redeemer, God, 
Unveils his beauteous face. 
And sheds his love abroad I 

2 Not the fair palaces, 

To which the great resort, 
Can be compared with this, 
Where Jesus holds his courL 

3 Here, on the mercy-seat. 

With radiant glory crowned, 
Our eyes behold him sit. 
And smile on all around. 

4 To him their prayers and cries 

Each humble soul presents ; 
He liears their broken sighs. 

And grants them all their wants 

5 To them his sovereign will 

He graciously imparts. 
And, in return, accepts 

The tribute of their hearts. 

6 Give me, O Lord, a place 

Within thy blest abode, 
Among the children of thy grace, 
The servants of my God. 



Watts.] 168. L. M. 

HOW pleasant, how divinely fair 
O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings aiO 
With long desire my spirit faints 
To meet th' assemblies of thy saintg. 



HEARING EXPERIENCES. 117 

2 My flesh would rest in thine abode ; 
My panting- heart cries out for God ; 
My God I my King I why sliould I be 
So far from all my joys and thee I 

3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, 
Around thy throne above the sky ; 
Thy brightest glories shine above, 
And all tlieir work is praise and love, 

4 Blest are the souls that find a place 
Within the temple of tliy grace ; 
There they behold thy gentle rays, 

And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 

5 Blest are the men, whose hearts are set 
To find the way to Zion's gate; 

God is their strength, and tlirough the road. 
They lean upon their helper God. 

6 Cheerful they walk witli growing strength. 
Till all shall meet in heaven at length, 
Till all before tJiy face appear. 

And join in nobler worship there. 

HEARING EXPERIENCES. 



160. L. M. 

The church waiting to hear experiences, 

THY church have met, O God, to hear 
Thy infant children now declare 
The triumphs of abounding grace 
O'er sin and guilt and deep distress. 

2 Sweet Saviour, help them to proclaim 
Salvation througli thy powerful name ; 
Assist thy cluirch to hear and sing 
The glorious triumphs of their King, 

8 We too, once trembling near the brink 
Of hell, exclaim'd, * O Lord, we sink I* 



118 BAPTISM. 

Salvation flew on mercy's wing", 
Rcliev'd our souls, and bade us sing. 
4 O may we ne'er forget that hour, 

When truth and justice, love and power, 
MarkM out the way with streams of biood 
To lead our ransom'd souls to God. 



170. CM 

Come in, thou blest of the Ijord. Gen. xxir. 3. 

COME in, ye blessed of our God, 
And join his children here ; 
Wash'd in the Saviour's cleansing bloody 
For liini, your Lord, appear. 

2 Stay not within the wilderness, 

Nor waiting at the door ; 
Sweet Jesus will your woes redress. 
Were they ten thousand more. 

3 Though fearing, trembling, rise and come ; 

Yield to the Saviour's voice; 
For hung'ring, thirsting souls there's roomi 
O, make the blissful choice. 

4 Room in the Saviour's gracious breast, 

That breast which glows with love ; 
Room in the church, his cliosen rest, 
And room in heaven above. 

5 Why will you longer ling'ring stay, 

When Jesus says there 's room ? 
Now is the time, th' accepted day : 
Arise I he bids you come. 



BAPTISxM. 



J. StExVnett.] 171. C. M. Immersioru 

THUS was the Great Redeemer pluo^'d 
In Jordan's swelling flood. 



BAPTISM. 

To show he must be soon baptised 
In tears, and sweat, and blood. 

2 Thus was }iis sacred body laid 

Beneath the yielding wave ; 
Thu3 was his sacred body rais'd 
Out of tJie hquid grave. 

3 Lord, we thy precepts would obey, 

In thy own footsteps tread ; 
Would die, be buried, rise witJi tlice. 
Our ever-living head. 



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172. 8,7. 

Buried with Chiist in Baptism. Rom. vi. A» 

JESUS, mighty King in Zion, 
Tliou alone our guide slialt be ; 
Thy commission we rely on. 
We would follow none but thee. 

2 As an emble^n of thy passion, 

And thy victory o'er the grave. 

We, who know thy great salvation. 

Are baptis'd beneath the wave. 

3 Fearless of the world's despising, 

We the ancient path pursue ; 
Buried with our Lord, and rising 
To a life divinely new. 



J. Stennett.] 173. L. M. 

THE Great Redeemer we adore, 
Who came the lost to seek and save ; 
Went humbly down from Jordan's shore, 
To find a tomb beneath its wave I 
2 *Thus it becomes us to fulfil 

All righteousness,' he meekly said ; 
Why should we then to do his will, 
Or be asham'd, or be afraid ? 



120 BAPTISM. 

3 With thee, into thy watery tomb, 

Lord, His our glory to descend ; 
'Tis wondrous grace that gives us room, 
To he interr'd by such a friend. 

4 Yet, as the yielding waves give way, 

To let us see the light again; 
So, OQ the resurrection day. 

The bands of death prov'd weak and vain 

5 Thus, when thou shalt again appear. 

The gates of death shall open wide; 
Our dust thy mighty voice shall hear, 
And rise and trimnph at thy side. 



1'74« 8s. Christ baptised in Jordan. 

IN Jordan's tide the Baptist stands, 
Immersing the repenting Jews ; 
The Son of God the rite demands, 
Nor dares the holy man refuse : 
Jesus descends beneath the wave. 
The emblem of his future grave. 

Wonder, ye heavens ! your Maker lies 

In deeps conceaPd from human view ; 
Ye saints behold him sink and rise, 

A fit example thus for you : 
The sacred record, while you read, 
Calls you to imitate the deed. 
But lo ! from yonder opening skies. 

What beams of dazzling glory spread t 
Dove-like, the Eternal Spirit flies. 

And lights on the Redeemer's head ; 
Amaz'd they see the power divine 
Around the Saviour's temples shine. 
But hark, my soul, hark and adore I 

What sounds are those that roll aloD^ 
Not like loud Sinai's awful roar, 



BAPTISM. 121 

But soft and sweet as Gabriers song 7 

* This is my well beloved Son ; 

* I see, well pleased, what he hath done. • 
5 Thus the Eternal Father spoke, 

Who shakes creation witli a nod ; 
Tliroug-h parting skies the accents broke, 

And bid us hear the Son of God : 
O, hear the awful word to-day, 
Hear, all ye nations, and obey. 



Fawcett.] 175# 

HUMBLE souls, who seek salvation, 
Througli the Lamb's redeeming blood, 
Hear the voice of revelation. 

Tread the path that Jesus trod. 
Flee to him your only Saviour, 

In his mighty name confide ; 
In the whole of your behaviour, 

Own him as your sovereign guide. 
Hear the blest Redeemer call you, 

Listen to his gracious voice : 
Dread no ills that can befall you. 

While you make his ways your choice. 
Jesus says, *Let each beUever 

* Be baptised in my name ;' 
He himself, in Jordan's river. 

Was immers'd beneath the stream. 
Plainly here his footsteps tracing, 

Follow him without delay ; 
Gladly his command embracing, 

Lol'your captain leads the way. 
View the rite with understanding; 

Jesus' grave before you lies ; 
Be interr'd at his commanding, 

After his example rise. 
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122 BAFnSM. 

ITO. L. M. 

' O teach the nations, and baptise. 



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Aloud the ascending Jesus cries; 
His glad apostles took the word, 
And round the nations preach'd their Lord- 

2 Commission'd thus, by Zion's King, 
We to Iris holy laver bring 

These happy converts, who have known 
And trusted in his grace alone. 

3 Lord, in thy house they seek thy face; 
O, bless them with peculiar grace ; 
Refresh their souls w^tli love divine ; 
Let beams of glory round them shine. 



Itr. L. M. 

The Candidates : tkeij tcere baptised ^ both men 
and loomen. Acts viii. 12. 

GREAT God ! we in thy courts appear, 
With humble joy and holy fear, 
Thy wise injunctions to obey ; 
Let saints and angels hail the day. 

2 Great things, O everlasting Son, 

Great tilings for us thy grace has done i 
Constrain'd by thy almighty love. 
Our willing feet to meet thee move. 

3 In thy assembly, here we stand, 
Obedient to thy great command; 
The sacred flood is full in view, 

And thy sv/eet voice invites us through. 

4 The Word, the Spirit and the Bride, 
Must not invite and be denied; 
Was not the liord who came to save, 
Interr'd in such a liquid grave ? 



BAPTISM. 128 

6 '^ms we, dear Saviour, own thy nam^, 
Receive us rising from the stream; 
Then to thy table let us come, 
And dwell in Zion as our home. 



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17S. 
f^ O, read the third of Matthew, 
^^ And read the chapter through? 
It is a guide to Christians, 

To tell tiicm what to do. 
In those days came John the BapUs' 

Into the wilderness, 
A preaching of the gospel 

Of Jesus' righteousness. 
S Tlien came to him the Pharisees, 

For to baptised be ; 
But Jolm forbade them, saying. 

Repentance bring with thee ; 
Then I'll baptise you freely, 

When you confess your sin. 
And own your Lord and Master, 

And tell how vile you've been, 

3 When John was preaching Jesua, 

The all-atoning Lamb, 
He saw the blessed Saviour, 

And said, ' Behold the man, 
Appointed of the Father, 

To take away your sin. 
When you believe in Jesus, 

And own him for your king 

4 Then came the blessed Saviou 

For to b:iptiscd be. 
And was baptis'd in Jordan, 

The Scripture reads to me 
He came ou • if the water 

The Spiri Tr^s nb^ve, 



124 BAPTISM. 

Descends and lights on Jesus, 
In likeness of a dove. 

5 The heavens then were opened. 

As you may plainly see; 
A witness to the people, 

That thus it ought to be. 
A voice from heaven proclaimed, 

* This is my only Son ; 
And I'm well pleas'd with Jesus, 

In all that he has done.' 

6 All you who say you've Jesus, 

Come prove you love the Lord ; 
Come follow his example. 

Recorded in his word. 
Take up your cross as freely, 

As Jesus did for you; 
I leave you all to Jesus, 

And bid you all adieu. 



179, CM. 

NOW, to this place I'm come to iV}f 
Baptised for to be, 
In honour of my heavenly King, 
Who died on Calvary. 

2 This is the way my Lord did go^ 

His path will I pursue ; 
His body was interr'd by John, 
A pattern saint's for you. 

3 His cross I'll take, the shame despise^ 

For he did more for me ; 
He rais'd my soul from death and ein. 
And gain'd the victory. 

4 O, for thy spirit's friendly aid, 

Whilst I pursue the rite ; 
When from the liquid grave I rise. 
Be witli me day and night. 



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BAPTISM. 125 

5 I thank thy name, O Lord of hosts. 

For such displays of grace, 
That taught my heart to love thy ways. 
And run the heavenly race. 

6 It is a new and living way, 

And much delights my heart ; 
United to my bretliren here ; 
I hope we ne'er shall part. 

Dr. Watts.] 1§0. L. M. 

Believers huned with Christ in Baptism. Rom 
vi. 3, &c. 

DO we not know that solemn word, 
That we are buried with the Lord ? 
Baptis'd into his death, and tlien 
Put off tlie body of our sin. 

2 Our souls receive diviner breath, 
Rais'd from corruption, guilt and death; 
So from the grave did Christ arise, 
And lives to God above the skies, 

3 No more let sin or Satan reign 
Over our mortal flesh again ; 

The various lusts we serv'd before, 
Shall have dominion now no mores 



1§1, C. M. After Baptism. 

GAZE on, spectators, and behold 
This blest command of God ; 
And wonder how you can forbear, 
To tread this path of love. 
S • Come see the place where Jesus lay,' 
An angel said of old ; 
We say the same — his grave you majj 
In water, here behold. 
9 Buried in Jordan was our Lord, 
As well as iji the tomb ; 



128 BAPTISX 

And in obedience to his word, 

We imitate the Lamb. 
4 This ordinance is plainly given; 

'Tis left upon record ; 
Though not to save, or take to heaven, 

But show we love the Lord. 



1§2. S. M. 

CONSTRAIX'D by love we come 
Down to this water-side, 
To imitate God's only Son, 
The Christian's only guide. 

2 He has commanded us 

To be baptis'd with him. 
And cheerfully we bear the cross, 
Renouncing every sin. 

3 Here then, we would begin 

His blessed cross to bear ; 
In token of our death to sin. 
We would be baptis'd here. 

4 Here we would show iiis death. 

And resurrection clear ; 
Ajid him thro' grace, while we have breath. 
We'll w^orship, love and fear. 

5 Come all who love his name, 

What now can hinder you ? 
Here's water, you believe in Christ, 
Then be baptised too. 

6 Sinners, this is the way, 

Christ and the Apostles saith. 
Believe and be baptis'd to-day, 
We're sure you will be blest 

7 As servants here w^e sing. 

And that for joy of heart; 

We have believ'd and will obey; 

O God I thy grace impart 



BAPTISM. 



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183. L. M. 

DOWN by the water-side we meet, 
To tread the path that Jesus trod* 
His name to us is ever sweet. 
We'll follow him, he is our God. 

2 In Matthew third, there we behold, 
Jolm did immerse the Son of God, 
Laid liim beneatli the yielding wave, 
An emblem of his future grave. 

3 Out of tlie w^ater, up he came, 
Young converts come and do the same. 
His resurrection here we see : 

Our death to sin, — our liberty. 

4 Buried in baptism with our Lord, 
To life we rise ; — obey his word, 

And soon our mould'ring dust sliall rise 
Like him, — and meet him in the skies. 

5 ' Go teach the nations and baptise,' 
Aloud the ascending Jesus cries ; 
Tiiy precept, Lord, we would obey, 
And follow thee without delay. 

6 Come precious souls that love the Lord, 
Fulfil this rite, — obey his word ; 

With cheerful hearts join in his praise, 
And love and serve him all your days. 



184. L. M. 

WHATE'ER to thee, our Lord, belongs. 
Is ahvay worthy of our songs ; 
And all thy works, and all thy ways 
Demand our w^onder and our praise. 
2 Hosanna to our Saviour God, 

Who suffer'd in our room and stead ! 
He was immersM in Jordan's flood, 
And tlien immers'd in sweat and blood. 



128 BAPTISM. 

3 Behold the grave where Jesus lay! 

Before he shed his precious blood, 
How plain he mark'd the humble way 
To sinners through the mystic flood. 

4 Come, ye redeemed of the Lord, 
Come and obey his holy word; 
He died and rose again for you; 
What more could the Redeemer do? 

5 We to this place are come to show 
What we to boundless mercy owe ; 
The Saviour's footsteps to explore. 
And tread the path he trod before. 

6 Eternal Spirit, heavenly dove 

On these baptismal waters move ; 
That we, through energy divine, 
May have the substance with the sign. 

7 All ye, that love ImmanuePs name, 
And long to feel th* increasing flame ;] 
*Tis you, ye children of the light, 
The Spirit and the Bride invite ; 

8 Ye, who your native vileness mourn. 
And to the great Redeemer tm-n, 
Who see your wretched state by sin. 
Ye blessed of the Lord, come in. 

9 Jesus, my Saviour, and my all, 
Methinks I hear thy gentle call; 
These are the sounds that chide my stay 
Arise, my love, and come away. 

JO Amazing grace, and shall I still 
Prove disobedient to thy will ? 
Ah I no ; dear Lord, tlie watery tomb 
Belongs to thee, and thee alone. 

♦ Apostles trod this holy ground ; 
My Jesus in this way was found; 
This is the road believers go; 
I chargM my soul to tread it too* 



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BAPTISM. 129 

12 With lowly minds and lofty tonnes 
Be Christ the burden of our songs. 
Let all admire tlie Saviour's grace, 
Th' immortal glory of his face. 

13 To Father, Son and Holy Ghost, 
If, when in great affliction lost. 
We humbly dedicate our powers^ 
Immortal liappiness is ours. 



Daniel.] 1§5. S. M. 
ChrisVs baptism an example to tis. 

THE glorious Son of God 
To John the Baptist came, 
Went meekly into Jordan's stream. 
Ana was immersed by hinv 
2 Let each believer view 

This blest example given. 
And prove their Ionc of his commands. 
And follow him to heaven. 



Daniel.] 186. L. M. 
Primitive practice perpetuated, 

TXT' HAT lovely band is this I see, 
^ » All singing in sweet harmony ; 
Uniting round the water-side, 
And praising Jesus crucified I 

2 These are the followers of the Lamb ; 
Here they are come to own his name ; 
Their humble strains ascend the skies; 
In faith they're come to be baptiz'd. 

3 This brings to view the ancient days i 

No other mode was then devis'd: 
When first the gospel chnrch was rais^di 
Believing souls were then baptiz*(i 
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130 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

4 Baptiz'd into tlie Saviour's death, 

Giving to Christ, tlie Lord, the praise. 
Arising-, liv'd the life of faitli 
By walking- in liis humble ways. 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



Dr. Watts.] l§r. L. M. 
'mWAS en that dark, tliat doleful night, 

-*- V/lien powers of earth and hell arose, 
Against the Son of God's delight. 

And friends bctray'd him to his foes: 

2 Before the mournfol scene began, 

He took the bread and bless'd and brake . 
What love through all his actions ran ! 
Wliat wondrous words of grace he spaVg. 

3 *This is my body, broke for sin, 

* Receive and eat the living food ;' 
Then took the cup and bless'd the w*ine, 

* 'Tis the new cov'nant in my blood.' 

4 For us his flesh with nails was torn, 
He bore the scourge, he felt the thorn ; 
And justice pour'd upon his head, 

Its heavy vengeance, in our stead. 

5 For us his vital blood was spilt. 
To buy the pardon of our guilt ; 
When for black crimes of biggest size, 
He gave his soul a sacrifice. 

6 * Do this,' he cried, ' till time shall end, 

* In mem'ry of your dying friend ; 

* Meet at my table, and record 

* The love of your departed Lord.' 

7 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate. 

We show thy death, we sing thy namo.. 
Till thou return, and we shall eat 
The marriage supper of the Lamb. 



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THE LORD'S SUPPER. 131 

Dr. Watts.: 1§§. C. M. 

HOW condescendinfr, and how kind. 
Was God's eternal Son I 
Our mis'ry reach'd iiis heavenly mind. 
And pity brought him down. 

2 When justice, by our sins provokM, 

Drew forth its dreadful sword, 
He gave his soul up to the stroke, 
Witliout a murmuring word. 

3 He sunk beneath our heavy woes. 

To raise us to his throne ; 
There 's ne'er a gill his hand bestows. 
But cost bis heart a groan. 

4 This was compassion like a God, 

That when tiie Saviour knew 
Tlie price of pardon was liis blood, 
His pity ne'er withdrew. 

5 Now, though he reigns exalted high. 

His love is still as great ; 

Well he remembers Calvary, 

Nor lets his sahits forget. 

6 Here we behold his bowels roll 

As kind as when he died, 
And see the sorrows of his soul 
Bleed tJirough his wounded side. 

7 Here we received repeated seals 

Of Jesus' dying love ; 
Hard is the wretch that never feels 
One soil affection move. 

8 Here let our hearts begin to melt. 

While we his deatli record ; 
Aiid, with our joy for pardon'd guilj 
Mourn that we pierc'd the Lord. 



133 THE LORD'S SUPPER 

Dr. J. Stennett.J 189. C. M. 

T ORD, at thy table I behold 
-■-^ The wonders of thy grace ; 
But most of ail, admire, that I 
Should find a welcome place. 

2 I, that am all defil'd with sin, 

A rebel to my God ; 
I, that have crucified his Son, 
And trampled on his blood. 

3 What strange, surprising grace is thi^ 

That such a soul has room ! 
My Saviour takes me by the hand, 
My Jesus bids me come. 

4 * Eat, O my friends,' the Saviour cried, 

*The feast was made for you; 
• For you I groan'd, and bled, and died, 
'And rose and triumph'd too.' 

5 Witli trembling faith, and bleeding hetnis 

Lord, we accept thy love ; 
*Tis a rich banquet we have had, 
What will it be above ? 

6 Ye saints below, and hosts of heaven. 

Join all your praising powers ; 
No theme is like redeeming love ; 
No Saviour is like ours. 

7 Had I ten thousand hearts, dear Lor^ 

I'd give them all to thee; 
Ilad I ten thousand tongues, tliey aB 
Should join the harmony. 



Dr. S. Stexnett.] 190. C. M. 

My flesh, is meat indeed. John vii. 53->5A 

HERE at tliy table. Lord, we meet. 
To feed on food divine; 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 133 

Thy body is tlie bread we eat. 
Thy precious blood, tlie wine. 

2 He that prepares this rich repast. 

Himself comes down and dies ; 
And then invites us thus to feast 
Upon the sacrifice. 

3 The bitter torments he endur'd, 

Upon the shameful cross, 
For us, his welcome guests, procurM 
These heart-reviving joys. 

4 His body, torn with rudest hands. 

Becomes the finest bread ; 
And with the blessings he commands^ 
Our noblest hopes are fed. 

5 His blood, that from each opening Tcii^ 

In purple torrents ran. 
Hath flll'd this cup with generous wiuQ, 
That cheers both God and man. 

6 Sure there was never love so free, 

Dear Saviour, so divine ! 
Well thou may'st claim that heart of me 
Which owes so much to tliine. 

7 Yes, thou shalt surely have my he^rt. 

My soul, my strength, my all ; 
With life itself Til freely part, 
My Jesus, at thy call. 



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Dr. Watts.] 191. S. M. 

ET all our tongues be one. 
To praise our God on high ; 
Who from his bosom sent his Son, 
To fetch us strangers nigh. 
Nor let our voices cease 

To sing the Saviour's name . 
.Vawa th' Ambassador of peace, 
Uot< cheerfully he came^ 



134 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

3 It cost him cries and tears, 

To bring us near to God ; 
Great was our debt, and he appears 
To make the payment good. 

4 My Saviour's pierced side 

Pour'd out a double flood; 
By water we are purified, 
And pardon'd by the blood. 

5 Infinite was our guilt, 

But He, our Priest, atones ; 
On the cold ground his life was spilt, 
And offer 'd with his groans. 

6 Look up, my soul, to him, 

Whose death was thy desert, 
And humbly view the living stream 
Flow from his breaking heart. 

7 There, on the accursed tree, 

In dying pangs he lies ; 
Fulfils his Father's great decree, 
And all our wants supplies. 

S Thus the Redeemer came, 
By water and by blood ; 
And when the spirit speaks the same. 
We feel the witness good. 

9 While the eternal Three, 
Bear their record above, 
Here I believe he died for me, 
And'seal'd my Saviour's love. 

10 Lord, cleanse my soul from sin. 
Nor let thy grace depart ; 
Great Comforter ! abide within, 
And witness to my heart 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 135 

Beddome.] 192, L. M. 

Jesus wept — he died; see how he loved us. 

John xi. 35. 

SO fair a face bedew'd with tears ; 
What beauty e'en in grief appears ! 
He wept, he bled, lie died for you ; 
What more, ye saints, coidd Jesus do ? 

2 Enthroned above with equal glow, 
His warm affections downward flow ; 
In our distress he bears a part, 
And feels a sympathetic smart. 

3 Still, his compassions are the same, 
He knows tlie frailty of our frame ; 
Our heaviest burdens he sustains, 
Shares in om- sorrows, and our pains. 



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Steele.] 193. CM. 

4 ND did the holy and the just, 
-^"^ The Sovereign of the skies, 
Stoop down to vrretchedness and dust, 
That guilty worms might rise ? 

2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, 

His radiant throne on high; 
[Surprisincr mercy 1 love unknown I) 
To suffer, bleed a_nd die. 

3 He took the dying traitor's place, 

And suffer'd in his stead, 
For man, (O miracle of grace !) 
For man, the Saviour bled ! 

4 Dear Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell 

In thy atoning blood I 
By this are sinners snatch'd from kell, 
And rebels brought to God. 

5 Jesus, my soul adoring bends, 

To love so full, so free; 



136 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

And may I hope that love extends 
Its sacred power to me ? 

6 Wliat glad return can I impart. 
For favours so divine ? 
O, take my all — this vi^orthless heai% 
And make it only thine. 



Dr. Doddridge.] 194. C. M. 
Room at the Gospel Feast. Luke xiv. 22. 

THE King of Heaven his table spreada» 
And dainties crown the board; 
Not Paradise, with all its joys, 
Could such delight afford. 

2 Pardon and peace to dying men, 

And endless life are given, 
Through the rich blood that Jesus shc4< 
To raise the soul to heaven. 

3 Ye hungry poor that long have stray M 

In sin's dark mazes, come ; 
Come from your most obscure retreats 
And grace shall find you room. 

4 Millions of souls in glory now, 

Were fed and feasted here ; 
And millions more, still on the way, 
Around the board appear. 

5 Yet is his house and heart so large. 

That millions more may come ; 
Nor could the whole assembled world 
E'er fill the spacious room. 

6 All things are ready, come away^ 

Nor weak excuses frame ; 
Crowd to your places at the feast, 
AwJ bless the founder's name. 



TII£ LORD'S SUPPER 137 

Steele.] 195. CM. 
Praise to the Redeemer. 

TO our Redeemer's glorious name 
Awake the sacred song ; 
O, may his love (immortal flame I) 
Tune every heart and tongue. 

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach? 

What mortal tongue display ? 
Imagination's utmost stretch 
In wonder dies away. 

3 lie left his radiant throne on high. 

Left the bright realms of bliss, 
And came to earth to bleed and die ! 
Was ever love like this ? 

4 Dear Lord, while we, adoring, pay 

Our humble thanks to thee. 
May every heart with rapture say, 
' The Saviour died for me.' 

5 O, may the sweet, the blissfm theme 

Fill every heart and tongue, 
Till strangers love thy charming name, 
And join tlie sacred song. 



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Dr. Watts.] 196. S, M. 

OommuniGn with Christ and with saints. 1 Cor 
X. 16, 17. 

ESUS invites his saints 
To meet around his board ; 
Here pardon'd rebels sit, and hold 
Communion with their Lord. 
2 [For food he gave his flesh ; 
He bids us drink his blood; 
Amazing favour, matchless grace, 
Of our descending God I] 



138 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

3 This holy bread and wine 

Maintains our fainting- breath, 
By union with our living Lord, 
And int'rest in his death. 

4 Our heavenly father calls 

Christ and his members one; 
We, the young children of his love, 
And he, the first-born Son. 

5 We are but several parts 

Of the same broken bread ; 
One body hath its several limbs, 
But Jesus is the head. 

6 Let all our povv^ers be join'd. 

His glorious name to raise ; 
Pleasure and love fill every mind. 
And every voice be praise. 



Dr. Watts.] 197, L. M. 

The memorial of our absent Lord. John xvi. lOi 
Luke xxii. 19 ; John xiv. 3. 

JESUS is gone above the skies, 
Where our weak senses reach him no^ 
And carnal objects court our eyes, 

To thrust our Saviour from our thought 
S He knows what wand'ring hearts we have. 
Apt to forget his lovely face ; 
And, to refresh our minds, he g-ave 
These kind memorials of his grace. 

3 The Lord of life this table spread. 

With his own flesh and dying blood; 
We on the rich provision feed. 

And taste the wine and bless the God* 

4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot. 

And earth grow less in our esteem; 



THE LORDS SUPPER. 130 

Christ and his love fill every thought. 
And laitli and liopc be fix'd on him. 

5 Wliile lie is absent from our si^ht, 

"Tis to prepare our souls a place, 
T^iat we ma}' dwell in heavenly light, 
And live for ever near his face. 

6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills 

Whence our returning Lord sliall come ; 
We wait tJiy chariot's awful wheels, 
To fetch our longing spirits home.] 

Dr. Watts.] 19§. L. M. 
^rrueifixion to the World, by the cross of Christ, 
Gal. vi. 14. 
^T/'HEX I survey tlie wondrous cross, 

' ^ On which the Prince of glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride. 
* Forbid it. Lord, that I should boast. 

Save in the death of Clirist, my God ; 
All tiie vain tilings that charm me most, 
I sacriiice them to his blood. 
' See, from his head, his hands, his feet. 
Sorrow and love tiow mingled down] 
Did e'er sudi love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so ricli a crowTi? 
I [His dying crimson, like a robe, 

Spreads o'er his body on the tree; 
Then am I dead to all tlie globe. 
And all the globe is dead to me.] 
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 
That were a present far too small; 
Love so amazing, so divine, 

Demands my soul, my hfe, my alL 






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140 THE LORD'S SUPPER 

Dr. Watts.] 199. CM. 

The agonies of Christ, 

row, let our pains be all forgot, 

■ Our hearts no more repine ; 

Our suff 'rings are not worth ja thought, 

When, Lord, compared with thine. 

2 In liveiy figures, here we see 

The bleeding Prince of love ; 

Each of us hopes he died for me. 

And then our griefs remove. 

3 [Our humble faith here takes her risOi 

While sitting round his board ; 
And back to Calvary she flies, 
To view her groaning Lord. 

4 His soul, what agonies it felt 

WJien his own God witlidrew ! 
And the large load of all our guilt 
Lay heavy on him too. 

5 But the divinity within. 

Supported him to bear; 
Dying he conquer'd hell and sin. 
And made his triumph there.] 

6 Grace, wisdom, justice, join'd, and wroug^hl 

The wonders of that day ; 
No mortal tongue, nor mortal tliought, 
Can equal thanks repay. 

7 Our hymns shall sound like those abov^ { 

Could we our voices raise ; 
Yet, Lord, our hearts shall all be love, 
And all our lives be praise. 



Dr. Watts.] 200. C. M. 

7%e triumphal feast for Chrisfs victory over ffff" 
death and hell. 

COME, let us lift our voices tught 
High OS our joys arise; 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 141 

And join the songs above tlie sky, 
Where pleasure never dies. 

2 Jesus, the God that fouorht and bled. 

And conquer'd when lie fell ; 
That rose, and at his chariot wheels 
Dragg'd all the powers of hell. 

3 [Jesus, tlie God» invites us here. 

To this triumphal feast, 
And brings immortal blessings down. 
For each redeemed guest.] 

4 The Lord, how glorious is his face ! 

How kind his smiles appear ! 
And O, what melting words he says 
To every humble ear I 

5 * For you, the children of my love, 

It was for you I died ; 
Behold my hands, behold my feet, 

And look into my side. 
C * These are the womids for you I bore, 

The tokens of my pains, 
When I came down to free your souls 

From misery and chains. 
7 ' Justice unsheath'd its fiery sword^ 

And plung'd it in ni}^ heart; 
Infinite pangs for you I bore, 

And most tormenting smart. 
5 * When hell and all its spiteful pow*r^ 

Stood dreadfiil in my way. 
To rescue those dear lives of yours, 

I gave my own way. 
' * But while I bled, and groan'd and die<^ 

I ruin'd Satan's throne ; 
High on the cross I hung, and spied 

The monster tumbling do\\Ti. 
♦Now you must triumph at my feas^ 

And taste my flesh, my blood; 



142 THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

And live eternal a^es bless'd, 
For 'tis immortal food.' 

11 [Victorious God I wliat can we pay, 

For favours so divine ? 
We would devote our hearts away, 
To be for ever thine.] 

12 We give thee, Lord, our highest praise 

The tribute of our tongues ; 

But tliemes so infinite as these, 

Exceed our noblest songs. 



Dr. Watts.] 201. L. M 
The compassion of a dying Christ. 
^^L'R s})irits join t' adore the Lamb , 
^^ O, that oiLr feeble lips could move. 
In strains immortal as his name, 

xAjid melting as his dying love I ' 

2 Was ever equal pity fomid ? 

The prince of heaven resigns his breadd^ 
And pours his life out on the groimd, 
To ransom guilty worms from deatlk 

3 [Rebels, we broke our Maker's laws ; 

He from tlie threat'ning set us free, 
Bore the full vengeance on his cross, 
And naii'd the curses to the tree.] 

4 The law proclaims no terror now. 

And Sinai's thunder roars no more ; 
From all his wounds new blessings flow, 
A sea of joy, without a shore. 

5 Here we have wash'd our deepest stains. 

And Jieal'd our wounds with heav'nly blood 
Bless'd foimtain I springing from tlis veijli 
Of Jesus, our incarnate God. J 

6 In vam our mortal voices strive. 

To speak compassion so divine. 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 143 

Had we a thousand lives to give, 

A thousand lives should all be thine. 



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Dr. Watts.] 202. CM. 

Divine love making a feast, and calling in ike 
guests. Luke xiv. 17, 23, 23. 

OW sweet and awful is the place, 
With Christ witliin the doors, 
Wliile everlasting" love displays 
The choicest of her stores I 

2 Here every bowci of our God, 

With soft compassion rolls ; 
Here peace and pardon, bought witli blood, 
Ls food for dying souls. 

3 [While all our hearts, and all our songs, 

Join to admire the feast, 
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, 
^ Lord, why v/as I a guest ? 

• 4 'Wliy v.as I made to hear thy voice, 
'And enter while there's room; 
* When thousands make a wretched choice 
* And rather starve than come ?'] 

5 *Twas the same love that spread the feast, 

Tiiat sweetly forcM us in ; 
Else we had still refus'd to taste. 
And perish'd in our sin. 

6 [Pity the nations, O our God I 
Constrain the earth to come ; 

Send thy victorious word abroad, 
And bring the strangers home. 

7 We long to see thy churches full, 
That all the chosen race 

May with one voice, and hci^t, and SGiil^ 
Sing thy redeeming grav,c.] 



144 INVITATION. 

INVITATION. 



203. L. M. 

SINNERS, obey the gospel word, 
Haste to the supper of the Lord, 
Be wise to know your gracious day; 
All things are ready — come away. 

2 Ready the Father is to own, 
And kiss his late returning son ; 
Ready, the loving Saviour stands. 

And spreads for you his bleeding hands 

3 Ready, the spirit of his love, 
Just now the stony heart to move ; 
T' apply and witness with the blooa, 
And wash and seal you, sons of God. 

4 Ready for you the angels wait, 
To triumph in your best estate, 
Tuning their harps, they long to prais 
The wonders of redeeming grace. 

5 Come then, ye sinners, to your Lord, 
To happiness in Christ restorM ; 
His profFerM benefits embrace, 

The plenitude of gospel grace. 



204. CM. 

COME, guilty souls, and flee away 
To Christy and heal your wounds 
This is the welcome gospel-day. 
Wherein free grace abounds. 

2 God lovM the world, and gave his Son 

To drink the cup of wrath ; 
And Jesus says, he'll cast out nono 
That come to him by faith. 

3 Although your sins like mountains risc^ 

His blood shall cover allj 



INVITATION. Ho. 

And blessings from the higher skies, 
In gentle streams shall fall. 



205. L. M. 

^ SINNERS, fly to Jesus' arms, 
^^ Enjoy his everlasting charms, 
He calls you to a heavenly feast, 

come, poor starving souls, and taste. 

2 Say, will you be for ever blest. 
And with tlie heavenly Jesus rest ? 
He'll save you from your guilt and pain 
And you shall in fiill glory reign. 

3 Make now the choice, and halt no more, 
For Christ is waiting at the door ; 

Say now, poor soul, what will you do ? 
Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 

4 Once more I ask you in his name, 

1 know his love is still the same ; 
Will you be sav'd from endless woe ? 
Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 

5 To-day, if you will hear his voice ; 
Now is the time to make your choice ; 
Say, will you to Mount Zion go ? 
Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 



Dr. Watts.] 206. C. M. 

lie invitation to the Gospel ; or spiritual food and 
clothing. Isa. Iv. 1, &c. 

LET every mortal ear attend, 
And every heart rejoice ; 
The trumpet of the Gospel sounds, 
With an inviting voice. 
d Ho ! zJl ye hungry, starving souls, 
That feed upon the wind, 
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146 mVITATION. 

And vainly strive vv^ith earthly toys 
To fill an empty mind. 

3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd 

A soul-reviving feast, 
And bids your longing appetites 
The rich provision taste. 

4 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams^ 

And pine away and die ; 
Here you may quencli your raging thirst. 
With springs that never dry. 

5 Rivers of love and mercy here, 

In a ricli ocean join : 
Salvation in abundance flows, 
Like floods of milk and wine. 

6 [Ye perishing and naked poor, 

Who work with mighty pain. 

To weave a garment of your own, 

That will not hide your sin. 

7 Come, naked, and adorn your souls 

In robes prepared by God, 
Wrought by the labours of his Son, 
And dyed in his own blood.] 

8 Dear God I the treasures of thy love 

Are everlasting mines. 
Deep as our helpless mis'ries are. 
And boundless as our sins. 

9 The happy gates of gospel grace 

Stand open night and day ; 
Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
And drive our wants away. 



Dr. Watts.] 20T. CM. 

77*c promises of the covenant of grace, Isa. Iv. 1, 2; 

Zech. xiii. 17 ; Mic. vii. 12 ; Ezek. xxxvi. 25, &o 

IN vain we lavish out our lives, 
To gather empty wind| 



INVITATION. 147 

The choicest blessings earth can yield. 
Will starve a hungry mind. 

2 Come, and the lord shall feed our souls 

With more substantial meat; 
With such as saints in glory love, 
With such as angels eat. 

3 Our God will every want supply, 

And fill our hearts with peace, 
He gives by covenant and by oath, 
The riches of his grace. 

4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted so^ils. 

And wash away our stains. 

In the dear fountain that his Son 

Pour'd from his dying veins. 

5 [Our guilt shall vanish all away, 

Though black as hell before ; 
Our sins shall sink beneath the sea. 
And shall be found no more. 

6 And lest pollution should o'erspread, 

Our inward powers again. 
His spirit sliall bedew our souls, 
Like pm-ifying rain.] 

7 Our heart, that flinty, stubborn tiling, 

That terrors cannot move ; 
That fears no threatening s of his wrath, 
Shall be dissolv'd by love. 

8 Or he can take the flint away. 

That would not be refin'd, 
And from the treasures of his grace, 
Bestow a softer mind. 

9 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell, 

And deep engrave his law ; 
And every motion of our souls, 
To swift, obedience draw. 



148 FOR THE CONTRITE. 

10 Thus will he pour salvation down, 
And we shall render praise; 
We, the dear people of his love, 
And he our God of grace. 



FOR THE CONTRITE. 



Beddome.] 208. L. M. 

The Prodigal Son; oi\ the repennng Sinner ac- 
cepted, Luke XV. 32. 
rilHE mighty God will not despise 
-*- The contrite heart for sacrifice ; 
The deep-fetch'd sigh, the secret groan. 
Rises accepted to the throne. 

2 He meets, with tokens of his grace ; 
The trembling lip, the blushing face ; 
His bowels yearn when sinners pray, 
And mercy bears their sins away. 

3 When fill'd with grief, o'erwhelm'd with 

shame, 
He, pitying, heals tlieir broken frame ! 
He hears their sad complaints, and spies 
His image in their weeping eyes. . | 

4 Thus, what a rapt'rous joy possess'd 1 
The tender parent's throbbing breast; 

To see his spendthrift son return. 
And hear liim nis past follies mourn. 



Dr. Watts.] 209. L. M. 

Chrisfs^ invitation to sinners ; or humility and 
pride. Matt. xi. 28, 30. 

* ^^OME hither, all ye weary souls, 
^^ Ye heavy-laden sinners, come; 
I'll give you rest from all your toils. 
And raise you to my heavenly home* 



FOR THE CONTRITE. 149 

* They sliall find rest, that learn of me ; 

I'm of a meek and lowly mmd; 
But passion rages like the sea, 

And pride is restless as the wind. 
'Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take 

My yoke, and bear it with Selight ; 
My yoke is easy to his neck, 

My grace shall make the burden light' 
Jesus, we come at thy command ; 

AV'ith faith, and hope, and humble zeal, 
Resign our spirits to thy hand. 

To mould and guide us at thy will. 



Edmund Jones.] 210. C. M. 

/ icill go unto the King. Esther iv. 18. 

/^O^IE, humble sinner, in whose breast 
^^ A thousand thoughts revolve ; 
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, 
And make this last resolve. 

2 ' I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 

Hath like a mountain rose ; 
I know liis coiu-ts, I'll enter in, 
Whatever may oppose. 

3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 

And there my guilt confess ; 

I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, 

Without his sovereign grace. 

4 I'll to the gracious King approach, 

Whose sceptre pardon gives ; 
Perhaps he may command my touch, 
And then the suppliant lives. 

5 Perhaps he will admit my plea, 

Perhaps will hear my prayer j 
But if I perish I will pray, 
And perish only there. 



150 FOR THE COM'RITE. 

6 I can but perish if I go; 
I am rcsolv'd to try, 
For if I stay away, I know 
I must for ever die.' 



Br. Watts.] 211. L. M. 

A penitent pleading for pardon. 
^HOW pity, Lord I O Lord, forgive 
^^ Let a repenting rebel live ; 
Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
May not a sinner trust in thee ? 
8 My crimes are great, but can't surpass 
The power and glory of thy grace ; 
Great God I thy nature hath no bound. 
So let thy pard'ning love be found. 

3 O, wash my soul from every sin, 

And make my guilty conscience clean , 
Here, on my heai-t, the burden lies, 
And past offences pain my eyes. 

4 My lips with shame my sins confess, 
Against thy laws, against thy grace : 
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 
I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. 

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
I must pronounce thee just in death; 
And if my soul were sent to hell. 

Thy righteous law approves it well. 

6 Yet, save a trembling sinner. Lord, 
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, 
Would iiglit on some sweet promise there. 
Some sure support against despair. 

Newton.] 212. S. M. 

TYie pool of Bethesda. John v. 2 — 4 

BESIDE the gospel pool, 
Appointed for the poor, 



FOR THE CU.NTRITE. 151 

From year to year, my helpless soul 
Has wailed for a cure, 

2 How often have I seen 

The liealing waters move, 
And others roimd me, stepping iit, 
Their efficacy prove I 

3 But my complaints remain, 

I feel tiio very same ; 
As full of g"uilt, and fear and pain, 
As when at first I came 

4 O, would the Lord appear. 

My malady to heal ; 
Pie knows how long I've languish'd here 
And what distress I feel. 

5 How often have I thought, 

Why should I longer lie ? 
Surely the mercy I have sought, 
Is not for such as I. 

6 But whither can I go ? 

There is no other pool. 
Where streams of sovereign virtue flow, 
To make a sinner whole. 

7 Here, then, from day to da}^ 

I'll wait, and hope, and try ; 
Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, 
Yet suffer him to die ? 

8 No, he is full of grace; 

He never will permit 
A soul til at fain would see his face, 
To perish at his feet 



213. L. M. 

The grieved Spirit entreated not to depart, 
^TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay; 
'^ Though I have done thee such despite, 



152 HYMNS ON 

Cast not a sinner quite away, 
Nor take thy everlasting flight 

2 Tliough I have most unfaithilil been. 

Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd; 
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, 
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved 

3 But O I the chief of sinners spare. 

In honour of my great High Priest; 
Nor in thy righteous anger swear, 
I shall not see thy people's rest. 

4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive, 

E'en now, O Lord, relie^ e my woes ; 
Into thy rest of love, receive 

And bless me with a calm repose. 

5 E'en now my weary soul release, 

And raise me by thy gracious hand; 
Guide me into thy perfect peace, 
And bring me to the promised land. 



HYMNS ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 



Dr. Doddridge.] 214. C. M. 
Lovest thou me? 

DO not I love thee, O my Lord? 
Behold my heart, and see ; 
And turn each cursed idol out. 
That dares to rival thee. 

2 Do not I love thee from my soul? 

Then let me nothing love; 

Dead be my heart to every joy. 

When Jesus cannot move. 

3 Is not thy name melodious still 

To my attentive ear ? 
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound 
My Saviour's voice to hear ? 



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4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord; 
But O I I long to soar 
Far from this sphere of mortal joys, 
And learn to love tliee more. 



Wesley's Collection.] 215. C. M. 

The glories of Jesus, and the blessings of his 

grace. 

OFOR a thousand tongues, to sing 
My dear Redeemer's praise ; 
The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of his grace. 

2 My gracious blaster and my God, 

Assist me to proclaim, 
To spread tlirough all the earth abroad, 
The honours of thy name. 

3 Jesus, the name that calms our fears, 

That bids our sorrows cease ; 

*Tis music in the sinner's ears, 

'Tis life, and joy, and peace. 

4 He breaks the power of cancell'd sin. 

He sets the pris'ner free ; 
His blood can make tlie foulest clean, 
His blood avail'd for me. 

5 Look mito him, ye nations, own 

Your God, ye fallen race ; 
Look and be sav'd through faith alone. 
Be justified by grace. 



Wesley's Collection.] 216. S. M 
The anxious inquiry, 

AND am I born to die ? 
To lay this body dowm ? 
And must my trembling spirit fly 
Lito a world unknown— 
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2 A land of deepest shade, 

Unpierc'd by human thought; 

The dreary regions of the dead, 

Where all tilings are forgot ? 

3 Soon as from earth I go, 

What will become of me ? 
Eternal happiness or woe 
Must then my portion be. 

4 Wak'd by the trumpet's sound, 

I from my grave shall rise. 
And see the Judge with glory crown'd. 
And view the flaming skies. 

5 How shall I leave the tomb? 

With triumph or regret ? 
A fearful or a joyful doom, 
A curse or blessing meet ? 

6 Shall angel bands convey 

Their brother to the bar ? 
Or devils drag my soul away. 
To meet its sentence there ? 

7 Lord, teach my soul to shun 

Thy dreadful wrath severe ; 
That when thou comest on thy throne, 
I may with joy appear. 



Newton.] 217. C. M. 

BelsJiazzar. Daniel v. 5, 6. 

POOR sinners, little do they think 
With whom they have to do ; 
But stand securely on the brink 

Of everlasting woe. 
Belshazzar thus, profanely bold, 

The Lord of hosts defied ; 
But vengeance soon his boasts controll'd. 
And humbled all his pride. 



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3 He saw a hand upon the wall, 

(And trembled on his throne,) 
Which wrote his sudden, dreadful fall. 
In characters unknown. 

4 Why sliould he tremble at the view 

Of what he could not read ? 
Foreboding- conscience quickly knew 
His ruin was decreed. 

5 See him o'erwhelm'd with deep distress; 

His eyes with ang-uish roll ; 
His looks and loosen'd joints express 
The terrors of iiis soul. 

6 His pomp and music, guests and wine, 

No more delig-ht afford ; 
O sinner, ere this case be thine, 
Begin to seek the Lord. 

7 The law like this hand-writing stands. 

And speaks tlie wrath of God ;* 
But Jesus answers its demands. 
And cancels it with blood. 



Dr. Watts.] 218. C. M. 
Redemption by price and power. 

JESUS, with all thy saints above 
My tongue would bear her part; 
Would sound aloud thy saving love, 
And sing thy bleeding heart, 

2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, 

Who bought me with his blood, 
And quench'd his Father's flaming sword* 
In his own vital flood. 

3 The Lamb that freed my captive soul 

From Satan's heavy chains, 

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And sent the Lion down to howl 
Where hell and horror reigns. 
4 All glory to the dying Lamb, 
And never-ceasing praise, 
While angels live to know his name, 
Or saints to feel his grace. 



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Dr. Watts.] 219. L. M. 

Advice to youth ; or, old age and death in an un 
converted state. Ecc. xii. 1, 7; Isa. Ixv. 20. 
[OW in tlie heat of youthful blood, 
Remember your Creator, God ; 
Behold the months come hast'ning on, 
W^hen you shall say, * My joys are gone,' 

2 Behold, the aged sinner goes, 
Laden with guilt, and heavy w^oes, 
Down to the regions of the dead, 
With endless curses on his head I 

3 The dust returns to dust again ; 
The soul, in agonies of pain. 
Ascends to God not there to dwell, 
But hears her doom, and sinks to helL 

4 Eternal King, I fear thy name ; 
Teach me to know how frail I am ; 
And when my soul must hence remove. 
Give me a mansion in thy love. 



Dr. Watts.] 220. L. M. 

Believe and be saved. John iii. 16 — 18. 

NOT to condemn the sons of men, 
Did Christ the Son of God appear ; 
No weapons in his hands are seen. 
No flammg sword, nor thunder thero* 
2 Such was the pity of our God, 

He lov'd the race of men so well, 



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He sent his Son to bear our load 

Of sins, and save our souls from hclL 
Sinners, believe the Saviour's word, 

Trust in his mig-hty name and live ; 
A thousand joys his lips afford, 

His hands a thousand blessings give 
But vengeance and damnation lies 

On rebels who refuse the grace , 
Who God's eternal Son dcs])ise. 

The hottest hell shall be tlieir place. 



Dr. Watts.] 221. L. M. 

Salvation in the Cross. 

TTERE, at thy cross, my dying God, 
-■"■-I lay my soul beneath thy love, 
Beneath the droppings of thy blood, 

Jesus ! nor shall it e'er remove. 
Q Not all that tyrants think or say, 

With rage and lightning in their eyes, 
Nor hell shall fright my heart away. 

Should hell with all its legions rise. 

3 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence. 

Moveless and firm this heart should lie • 
Resolv'd (for that's my last defence) 
If I must perish, there to die. 

4 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear : 

Am I not safe beneath thy shade ? 
Thy vengeance will not strike me here. 
Nor Satan dare my soul invade. 

5 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, 

And all my foes shall lose their aim : 
Hosanna to my dying God, 

And my best honours to his name. 



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Dr. Watts.] 222. L. M. 

Parting with carnal joys. 

SEND the joys of earth away ; 
Away, ye tempters of the inhid, 
False as the smooth, deceittul sea, 
Aiid empty as the whistling wind. 

2 Your streams were floating- me along-, 

Down to the gulf of black despair ; 
And whilst I listen'd to your song, 

Your streams had e'en convcy'd me there, 

3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace. 

That warn'd me of that dark abyss ; 
That drew me from those treach'rous seas, 
And bid me seek superior bliss. 

4 Now to tlie shining realms above 

I stretch my hands and glance mine eyes 
O, for the pinions of a dove. 

To bear me to the upper skies ! 

5 There, from tlie bosom of my God, 

Oceans of endless pleasures roll , 
There would I fix my last abode. 
And dru^\^l tlie sorrows of my souL 



Dr. Watts.] 223. L. M. 
Longing to praise Christ letter. 

LORD, when my thoughts with wonder 
roll 
O'er the sharp sorrows of thy soul, 
Ajid read my Maker's broken laws 
Repair'd and honour'd by thy cross ; 
2 When I behold death, hell, and sin, 
Vanquish'd by that dear blood of thine ; 
And see the man that groan'd and died. 
Sit glorious by his father's side ; 



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3 My passions rise and soar above ; 

I'm wingM with faith and fired with love ; 
Fain would I reacli eternal tiling's, 
And learn the notes that Gabri'i sings. 

4 But my heart fails, my tongue complams, 
For want of their immortal strains ; 

And in such humlle notes as tliese, 
Must fall below thy victories. 

5 Well, the kind minute must appear, 
When we shall leave these bodies here. 
These clogs of clay ; etnd mount on high 
To join the songs above the sky. 



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Newtox.] 224. 

The meal and cruse of oil. 1 Kings xvii. 16. 

T>Y the poor widow's oil and meal 
-■-' Elijah was sustain'd ; 
Though small the stock, it lasted well, 
For God the store maintain'd. 

2 It seem'd as if, from day to day, 

They were to eat and die ; 
But still, though in a secret way. 
He sent a fresh supply. 

3 Thus to his poor he still will give 

Just for the present hour ; 
But for to-morrow they must live 
Upon his word and power. 

4 No barn or store-house they possess, 

On which they can depend ; 
Yet have no cause to fear distress ; 
For Jesus is their friend. 

5 Then let no doubts your mind assail ; 

Remember, God has said, 
*The cruse and barrel shall not fail, 
My people shall be fed.' 



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6 And thus, though faint it often seems, 

He keeps their grace alive ; 
Supplied by his refreshing streams, 
Their dying hopes revive. 

7 Though in ourselves we have no stock, 

The Lord is nigh to save ; 
His door flies open when we knock, 
And *tis but ask and have. 



Newton.] 225. C. M. Looking at the Crosw* 

IN evil long I took delight, 
UnawM by shame or fear ; 
Till a new object struck my sight, 
And stopp'd my wild career. 

2 I saw one hanging on a tree, 

In agonies and blood, 
He fixM his languid eyes on me. 
As near his cross I stood. 

3 Sure, never to my latest breath. 

Can I forget that look; 
It seem'd to charge me with his death, 
Though not a word he spoke. 

4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt. 

And plung'd me in despair ; 
I saw my sins his blood had spilt. 
And help'd to nail him there. 

5 Alas I I knew not what I did. 

But now my tears are vain ; 
Where shall my trembling soul be hid ? 

For I the Lord have slain. 
f A second look he gave, which said, 

* I freely all forgive ; 
This blood is for thy ransom peiid ; 

I'll die, that thou may'st live.' 
Thus, while his death my sin displays, 

In all its blackest hue, 



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i^Such is the mystery of grace,) 
It seals my pardon too. 
8 With pleasing^ grief arid mournful joy, 
My spirit now is fill'd, 
That I should such a life destroy, 
Yet live by him I kill'd. 

Hart.] 226. L. M. Backsliders, 
"O ACKSLIDING souls, return to God ; 
-*^ Your faithful God is gracious still ; 
Leave the false ways ye long have trod, 

And he will all backslidings heal. 
2 Your first espousals call to mind ; 

'Tis time ye should be now reclaimed ; 
What fruit could ever Christians find. 

In things whereof tliey are asham'd? 
The indignation of the Lord 

Awhile endure, for 'tis your due ; 
But firm and steadfast stands his word ; 

Though you are faitJiless, he is true. 

4 Poor, famish'd prodigal, come home; 

Thy father's house is open yet ; 
Much greater mercy bids thee come, 
Than all thy sins, though these are great 

5 The blood of Christ (a precious blood !) 

Cleanses from all sin, (doubt it not,) 
And reconciles the soul to God, 
From every folly, every fault. 

Hart.] 227. C. M. Backsliders. 
TTkESERTERS, to the camp return; 
-^-^ Resume your former post ; 
Bewail your crimes, your baseness mourn, 
For yet ye are not lost. 
2 Your*s is a sad, a dangerous case , 
Be humble and repent; 



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Mercy you'll find, thoug-h e'er so base, 
The moment you relent. 

3 Sinners are sav'd by Jesus' blood, 

How vile soe'er they be ; 

Eternal life's the gift of God, 

And gifts are always free. 

4 'Tis not by works of righteousness. 

Which any man has done ; 
But God has sent his Son to bless ; 
Return and kiss the Son. 



Hart.] 228. L. M. The stony heart. 

OH I for a glance of heavenly day. 
To take this stubborn stone away 
And thaw, with beams of love divine, 
This heart, this frozen heart of mine. 

2 The rocks can rend, the earth can quako 

The seas can roar, the mountains shak». 
Of feeling, all things show some sign, 
But this unfeeling heart of mine, 

3 To hear the sorrow^s thou hast felt, 

Dear Lord, an adamant would melt; 
But I can read each moving line, 

And nothing move this heart of mine. 

4 Thy judgments, too, unmov'd I hear, 

(Amazing thought !) which devils fear ; 
Goodness and wrath in vain combine. 
To stir this stupid heart of mine. 

5 But something yet can do the deed. 

And that dear something much I need, 
Thy Spirit can from dross refine. 

And move and melt this heart of mine 



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Hart.] 229. CM. 

EPENTANCE is a gift, bestow'd 
To save a soul from death; 



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Gospel repentance towards God, 
Is always joinM to faith. 

2 Not for an liour, a day, or week. 

Do Baints repentance own ; 
But all the time the Lord tliey seek ; 
At sin they grieve and groan. 

3 Nor is it such a dismal thing-, 

As 'tis by some men nam'd ; 
A sinner may repent and sing, 
Rejoice and be asliam'd. 

4 *Tis not the fear of hell alone. 

For that may prove extreme ; 

Repenting saints the Saviour own, 

And grieve for grieving him. 

5 If penitence be quite left out, 

Religion is but halt; 
And hope, tliough e'er so clear of doubt. 
Like otf'rins: without salt. 



Hart.] 230. L. M. Good works. 

IN vain men talk of living faith, 
When all their works exhibit death ; 
When they indulge some sinful view, 
In all they say, and all they do. 

2 Tlie true believer fears the Lord; 
Obeys his precepts, keeps his word , 
Commits his works to God alone. 
And seeks his will before his own. 

3 A barren tree that bears no fruit. 
Brings no great glory to its root ; 
When on the boughs rich fruit we see, 
'Tis then we cry, * a goodly tree I' 

4 Never did men, by faitli divine, 
To selfishness or slotli incline ; 



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The Christian works with all his poweff 
And grieves that he can work no more. 



Hart.] 231. S. M. Good works. 

"WTAIN man, to boast forbear 

^ The knowledge in thy head ; 

The sacred scriptures this declare, 

Faith without works is dead. 

2 When Christ, the Judge, shall come 

To render each his due, 
He'll deal thy deeds their righteous doom, 
And set thy works in view. 

3 Food to the hungry give ; 

Give to the thirsty drink; 

To follow Christ is to believe ; 

Dead faith is but to think. 

4 The man that loves the Lord, 

Will mind whate'er he bid ; 
Will pay regard to all his wora 
And do as Jesus did. 

5 The dead professor counts 

Good works as legal ties ; 
His faith to action seldom mounts ; 
On doctrine he relies. 

6 But words engender strife; 

Behold the Gospel plan ; 
Trust in the Lord alone for life. 
And do what good you can. 



Hart.] 232. L. M. Hell 

THE devil can self-denial use, 
And that with devilish selfish views; 
His bt;ing and his state disown. 
And teach that devil or hell there's noiwi 



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VARIOUS SUBJECTS. IGp 

2 But liear the word of God, O man I 
'Sinners, amongst you all, who can 
Witli everlasting- burning dwell ? 
The wicked shall be cast to hell.* 

3 Hell is that woful, dreadful place, 
Where Jesus never shows his face ; 
Where sinners damn'd, with devils remain, 
In hopeless horrors, endless pain I 

4 God's wrath without liis mercy 's there ; 
Wratli witJiout mercy, who can bear ? 
How hot the fire, how huge the load. 
Thy sufferings show, thou Son of God. 

5 O man I let goodness make tliee melt ; 
Consider what the Lord has felt; 
Repent, and to thy Saviour turn. 

Who burn'd that thou might'st never burn. 



I Newton.] 233. L. M. Christ crucified, 

WHEN on the cross my Lord I see. 
Bleeding to death for wretched me, 
Satan and sin no more can move ; 
For I am all dissolv'd in love. 
2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, 
In every groan I bear a part ; 
i. I view his wounds with streaming eyes ; 

But see I he bows his head and dies. 
13 Come, sinners, view the Lamb of God, 
^ Wounded and dead, and bath'd in blood ; 
Behold his side, and venture near ; 
The well of endless life is here. 
4 Here I forget my cares and pains ; 
I drink, yet still my thirst remains : 
Only the Fountain-head above 
Can satisfy the thirst of love. 



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5 Oh, that I thus can always feel ! 
Lord, more and more thy love reveal ! 
Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim 
The grace and glory of thy name. 

6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear, 
Revives my heart, and charms my ear; 
Affords a balm for every wound. 

And Satan trembles at the sound. 



234. L. M. 

Tj^TERNITY is just at hand ; 
-*-^ And shall I waste my ebbing sand. 
And careless view departing day. 
And throw my inch of time away ? 

2 Eternity ! tremendous sound ! 

To guilty souls a dreadful wound ; 
But oh ! if Christ and heaven be mine. 
How sweet the accents ! how divine I 

3 Be this my chief, my only care. 
My high pursuit, my ardent prayer. 
An interest in tlie Saviour's blood, 
My pardon seal'd, and peace with God, 

4 But should my brightest hopes be vain— ' 
The rising doubt, how sharp its pain I 
My fears, O gracious God, remove; 
Confirm my title to thy love. 

5 Search, Lord, O search my inmost heart 
And light, and hope, and joy impart; 
From guilt and error set me free. 

And guide me safe to heaven and thee* . 



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Dr. Watts.] 235. L. M. 

Desiring to love Christ. 

OME, let me love ; or is my mind 
Hardened to stone, or froze to ice? 



VARIOUS SUBJECTS. 16^ 

I see the blessed Fair One bend, 

And stoop t' embrace me from the skiea 

2 01 'tis a thought would melt a rock, 

And make a heart of iron move ; 
That those sweet lips, that heavenly look, 
Sliould seek and wish a mortal's love I 

3 I was a traitor doom'd to fire. 

Bound to sustain eternal pains; 
He flew on wings of strong desire, 

Assum'd my guilt and took my chains. 

4 Infinite grace I Almiglity charms ! 

Stand in amaze, O earth and skies ! 
Jesus, the God, with naked arms, 
Hangs on a cross of love, and dies. 

5 Did pity ever stoop so low, 

Dress'd in divinity and blood ? 
"Was ever rebel courted so ; 

With groans of an expiring God ? 

6 Again he lives, and spreads his hands, 

Hands that were nail'd to tort'ring smart; 
* By these dear wounds,' says he, and stands, 
And prays to clasp me to his heart 

7 Sure, I must love ; or are my ears 

Still deaf, nor will my passions move? 
Then let me melt tliis heart to tears ; 
This heart shall yield to death or love. 



Dr. Watt-;, 236. CM. 

^ritual and eternal joy ; or the beatific sight of 
Christ, 

FROM thee, my God, my joys shall rJFa, 
And run eternal rounds, 
Beyond the limits of the skies, 
And all created bounds. 



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2 The holy triumphs of my soul 

Shall death itself out-brave, 
Leave dull mortality behind, 
And fly beyond the grave. 

3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns 

In heaven's unmeasured space, 
I'll spend a long eternity, 
In pleasure and in praise. 

4 Millions of years my wond'ring eyes 

Shall o'er thy beauties rove. 
And endless ages I'll adore 
The glories of thy love. 

5 [Sweet Jesus ! every smile of thine 

Shall fresh endearments bring, 
And thousand tastes of new delight 

From all thy graces spring, 
b Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul 

Up to thy blest abode ; 
Fly, for my spirit longs to see 

My Saviour and my God.J 



Dr. Watts.] 237. C. M. 

Christ Jesus ^ the Lamb of God, worshipped by a^ 
the creation. Rev. v. 11, 13. 

COME, let us join our cheerful songs 
With angels round the throne ; 
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, 
But all their joys arb one. 

2 ' Worthy the Lamb that died,' they cry, . 

* To be exalted thus ;' 

* Worthy the Lamb,' our lips reply, 

* For he was slain for us.' 

3 Jesus is worthy to receive 

Honour and power divine; 



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And blessings, more than we can give, 
Be, Lord, for ever tliine. 

4 Let all that dwell above the sky, 

And air, and earth, and seas, 
Conspire to lift thy glories high, 
And speak thine endless praise. 

5 The whole creation join in one. 

To bless the sacred nanie 
Of liim that sits upon the throne, 
And to adore tlie Lamb. 



238. L. M. 

CO!ME, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With light and comfort from above ; 
Be thou om- guardian, thou our guide, 
O'er every thought and step preside. 

2 Conduct us safe, conduct us fcU* 
From every sin and hurtful snare ; 
Lead to thy word, that rules must give, 
And teach us lessons how to Hve, 

I 3 The light of trutli to us display, 

And make us know and choose the way 
Tlant holy fear in every heart, 
That we from God may ne'er depart 

|4 Lead us to holiness, the load 

That we must take to dwell with God 
Lead us to Christ, the living way. 
Nor let us from his pastures stray. 

Lead us to God, our final rest, 
In his enjojnnent to be blest; 
Lead us to heaven, the seat of bliss, 
Wfaere pleasure in perfection is. 
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Dr. Watts.] 239. C. M. 

God's presence is light in darkness. 

MY God I tlie spring of all my joys. 
The life of my delights^ 
The glory of my brightest days, 
Aiid comfort of my nights I 

2 In darkest shades, if he appear, 

My dawning is begun ; 
He is my sours sweet Morning Star, 
And he my rising Sun. 

3 The opening heavens romid me shine, 

With beams of sacred bliss, 
While Jesus shows his heart is mine. 
And whispers, ' I am his.' 

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay. 

At that transporting word ; 
Run up with joy the shining way, 
T' embrace my dearest Lord. 

5 Fearless of liell and ghastly death, 

I'd break through every foe ; 
The wings of love, and arms of faith, 
Sliould bear me conqu'ror through. 



Dr. Watts.] 240. L. M. 

A song of prahe to God and the Redeemer. 

LET the old heathens tune their song. 
Of great Diana and of Jove ; 
But the sweet theme that moves my tongu© 
Is my redeemer and his love. 
2 Behold, a God descends and dies. 

To save my soul from gaping hell I 

How tlie black gulf where Satan lies, 

Yawn'd to receive me when I fell I 



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3 How justice fro^vTi'd, and vengeance stoed, 

To drive me down to endless pain I 
But the great Son propos'd his blood, 
And heavenly wrath grew mild again. 

4 Infinite Lover I gracious Lord I 

To tiiee be endless honours given ; 
Thy wondrous name shall be ador'd, 

Round the wide earth and wider lieaven. 



Dr. Watts.] 241. C. M. 

Praise to the Redeemer. 
"pLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, 
^ We wretched sinners lay, . 
Without one cheerful beam of hope. 
Or spark of glimm'ring day. 

2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace 

Beheld our helpless grief; 
He saw, and (O amazing love I) 
He ran to our relief 

3 Down from the shining seats above, 

With joyful haste he fled. 
Enter 'd the grave m mortal flesh, 
And dwelt among the dead. 

4 He spoil'd the powers of darkness thix?,^ 

And broke our iron chains ; 
Jesus hath freed our captive souls 
From everlasting pains. 

5 [In vain the baffled prince of lieH 

His cursed projects tries ; 
We that were doom'd his endless slaves 

Are rais'd above the skies.] 
O ! for this love, let rocks and hills 

Their lasting silence break ; 
And all harmonious human tongues 

The Savioiij's praises speak- 



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7 [Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord ' 

Our souls are all on flame ; 
Hosaiina round the spacious earth, 
To thine adored name. 

8 Angels, assist our mighty joys ; 

Strike all your harps of gold ; 
But when you raise your highest notes, 
His love can ne'er be told.] 



Dr. Watts.] 242. S. M. 
God all and in all. Ps. Ixxiii. 25. 

MY God, my life, my love. 
To thee, to thee 1 call; 
I cannot live if thou remove, 
For thou art all in all. 

2 [Thy shining grace can cheer 

This dungeon where I dwell; 
'Tis Paradise when thou art here; 
If thou depart, 'tis hell. 

3 The smilings of thy face. 

How amiable they are ! 
*Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace 
And nowhere else but there. 

4 To thee, and thee alone. 

The angels own their bliss ; 
They sit around tliy gracious throne, 
Ajid dwell where Jesus is. 

5 Not all the harps above 

Can make a heavenly place, 
If God his residence remove, 
Or but conceal his face.] 

6 Nor earth, nor all the sky, 

Can one delight afford; 
No, not a drop of real joy, 
Without thy presence, Lord. 



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7 Tliou art the sea of love, 

Where all my pleasures roll ; 
The circle where my passions move, 
And centre of my soul. 

8 [To thee my spirits fly, 

Witli infinite desire; 
And yet, how far from thee I lie ! 
Dear Jesus, raise me higher.] 



Dr. Watts.] 243. C. M. 

God my only happiness. Ps. Lsxiii. 25. 

MY God, my portion, and my love, 
My everlasting all ; 
I've none but tliee in heaven above. 
Or on this earthly ball. 
I [What empty things are all tlie skies. 
And this inferior clod ! 
There 's nothing here deserves my joys, 
There 's nothing like my God. 

3 In vain the bright, the burning sun. 

Scatters his ieeble light ; 
*Tis thy sweet beams create my noon ; 
If thou withdraw, 'tis night. 

4 And whilst upon my restless bed, 

Amongst the shades I roll. 
If my Redeemer shows his head, 
'Tis morning with my soul.] 

5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends. 

And health and safe abode ; 
Thanks to thy name for meaner things, 
But they are not my God. 

6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth. 

If once compar'd to thee ! 
Or what 's my safety or my health, 
Or all my fi-iends to me ? 



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7 Were I possessor of the earth, 

And call'd the stars my own, 
Without thy graces, and thyself, 
I were a wretch undone. 

8 Let others stretch their arms hke seas, 

And grasp in all the shore ; 
Grant me the visits of thy face. 
And I desire no more. 



Hart.] 244. C. M. Tribulation, 

rjlHE souls that would to Jesus press 
-*- Must fix this firm and sure ; 
That tribulation, more or less, 
They must and shall endure. 

2 From this there can be none exempt; 

'Tis God's most wise decree ; 
Satan the weakest saint will tempt. 
Nor is the strongest free. 

3 The world opposes from without. 

And unbelief within ; 
We fear, we faint, we grieve, we doubt 
And feel the load of sin. 

4 Glad frames too often lift us up, 

And then how proud we grow I 
*Till sad desertion makes us droop, 
And do\vn we sink as low. 

5 Ten thousand baits the foe prepares, 

To catch the wandering heart; 
And seldom do we see the snares, 
Before we feel the smart. 

6 But let not all this terrify ; 

Pursue the narrow path ; 
Look to the Lord with steadfast eye, 
And fight witli hell by faith. 



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7 Though we arc feeble, Christ is strong ; 
His promises are true; 
We shall be conquerors all, ere long, 
And more than conquerors too. 



Dr. Watts^ Lyric Poems.] 245. L. M. 
Lov6 to Christ, present or absent. 

OF all the joys we mortals know, 
Jesus, thy love exceeds tlie rest; 
Love, the best blessing here beiow, 
The nearest image of tlie blest. 

2 While we are held in thy embrace, 

There's not a thought attempts to rove 
Each smile upon thy beauteous face. 
Fixes, and charms, and fires our lo^'c. 

3 Wliile of thy absence we complain. 

And long, or weep, in all we do. 
There's a strange pleasure in the pain, 
And tears have their own sweetness too. 

4 When round thy court by day we rove, 

Or ask the watchman of the night, 
For some kind tidings of our love, 
Thy very name creates delight 

5 Jesus, our Gqd, yet rather come; 

Our eyes would dwell upon thy face ; 
'Tis best to see our Lord at home, 
And feel the presence of his grace. 



Dr. Doddridge.] 246. C. M. 

God hath commanded all men, everywhere, to repent, 

EPENT, the voice celestial cries, 
Xor longer dare delay ; 
The wretch that scorns the mandate, dies. 
And meets a fiery day. 



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2 No more the sovereign eye of God 

O'erlooks the crimes of men ; 
His heralds are dispatch'd abroad, 
To warn the world of sin. 

3 The summons reach through all the earth , 

Let earth attend and fear ; 

Listen, ye men of royal birth, 

And let your vassals hear. 

4 Together m his presence bow. 

And all your guilt confess ; 
Embrace the blessed Saviour now, 
Nor trifle with his grace. 

5 Bow ere the awful trumpet sound, 

And call you to his bar ; 
For mercy knows th' appointed bound. 

And turns to vengeance there. 
() Amazing love, that yet will call, 

And yet prolong cur days ! 
Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall, 

And weep, and love, and praise. 



Newton.] 247. CM. 
Will ye also go away ? John vi. 67, 69. 

WHEN any turn from Zion's ways, 
(Alas ! what numbers do I) 
Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 
*Wilt thou forsake me too?* 

2 Ah ! Lord, with such a heart as mine, 

Unless thou hold me fast, 
I feel I must, I shall decline, 
And prove like them at last 

3 Yet, thou alone hast power, I know, 

To save a wretch like me ; 
To whom, or whither could I go. 
If I should turn from tnee ? 



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4 Beyond a doubt, I rest assur'd, 

Tliou art the Christ of God, 
Who hast eternal life secured, 
By promise and by blood. 

5 The help of men by angels join'd. 

Could never reach my case ; 

Nor can I hope release to find, 

But in tliy boundless grace. 

6 No voice but thine can give me rest, 

And bid my fears depart ; 
No love but thine can make me blest. 
And satisfy my heart. 

, What anguish has that question stirr'd. 
If I will also go ? 
Yet Lord, relying on thy word, 
I humbly answer, No. 



248. CM. The Flower. 

LOVE is the sweetest bud that blows; 
Its beauty never dies; 
On earth, among tlie saints, it grows, 
Ajid ripens in the skies. 

2 Pure, glovring red, and spotless whifc», 

Its perfect colours are ; 

In Jesus all its sweets unite. 

And look divinely fair. 

3 The finest flower that ever blow'd^ 

Open'd on Calv'ry's tree. 
When Jesus' blood in rivers flow'd, 
For love of worthless me. 

i Its deepest hue, its richest smeU, 
No mortal sense can bear ; 
Nor can the tongue of angels tell 
How bright the colours are. 
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5 Earth could not hold so rich a flower, 

Nor half its beauties show ; 
Nor could the world and Satan's power, 
Confine its sweets below. 

6 On Canaan's banks, supremely fair, 

This flower of wonders blooms, 
Transplanted to its native air, 
And all the shores perfumes. 

7 But not to Canaan's shores confm'd, 

The seeds from which it blow, 

Take root witliin the human mind, 

And scent the Church below. 

8 And soon on yonder banks above. 

Shall every blossom here, 
Appear, a full, ripe flower of love, 
Like Him, transplanted there. 



249. L. M. 

JESUS, my Saviour and my God, 
Thou hast redeem'd me with thy bloofj 
By ties both natural and divine, 
I am and ever will be thine. 

2 But ah I should my inconstant heart. 
Ere I'm aware, from thee depart. 
What dire reproach would fall on me, 
For such ingratitude to thee! 

3 The thought I dread, the crime I hat«. 
The guilt, the shame I deprecate; 
And yet, so mighty are my foes, 

I dare not trust my warmest vows. 

4 Pity my frailty, dearest Lord ; 
Grace in the needful hour aflford ; 
O, steel this tim'rous heart of mine^ 
With fortitude and love divine. 



VARIOUS SUBJEC'l'b. 17\> 

5 So shall I triumph o'er my fears, 
And gather joys from all my tears ; 
So shall I to the world proclaim, 
The honours of the Christian name. 



CowPER.] 250. C. M. 
Light shining out of darkness. 

GOD moves in a mysterious way, 
His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps on the sea. 
And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines 

Of never-failing skill, 
He treasures up his bright designs, 
And works his sov'reign will. 

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take. 

The clouds ye so much dread 
Are big with mercy, and shall break 
In blessings on your head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust him for his grace : 
Behind a frowning Providence, 
He hides a smiling face. 

5 His purposes will ripen fast. 

Unfolding every hour ; 
The bud may have a bitter taste. 
But sweet will be the flow'r. 



251. L. M. Rising to God. 
jV'OW let our souls on wings sublim% 
-^^ Rise from the vanities of time ; 
Draw back the parting veil and see 
The glories of eternity. 
Born by a new celestial birth. 
Why should we grovel here on earth ? 



180 HYMNS on 

Why grasp at transitory toys, 
So near to heaven's eternal joys ? 

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
When we are walking back to Gf^? 
For strangers into life we come, 
And dying is but going home. 

4 Welcome sweet hour of full discliarge, 
That sets our longing souls at large ; 
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, 
And gives us with our God to dwelL 

5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, 
Is the full heaven enjoy M above ; 
And the sweet expectation now. 

Is the yomig dawn of heaven below. 



Watts.] 252. CM. 

Christ^s Commission. 

COME, happy souls, approach your Goo 
With new melodious songs; 
Come, tender to almighty grace 
The tribute of your tongues. 

2 So strange, so boundless was the love 

That pitied dying men, 
The Father sent his equal Son 
To give them life again. 

3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd 

With a revenging rod, 
No hard commission to perform 
The vengeance of a God. 

4 But all was mercy, all was mild, 

And wrath forsook the throne. 
When Christ on the kind errand came, 
And brought salvation down. 

5 Here sinners you may heal your wcnindS; 

And wipe your sorrows dry; 



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Trust in the miglity Saviour's name, 
And you shall never die. 
6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls 
Accept thine olfer'd grace ; 
We bless the great Redeemer's love, 
And give the Father praise. 



Dr. Watts.] 253. L. M. 

The almost Christian. 

BROAD is the road that leads to death, 
And thousands walk together there ; 
But wisdom shows a narrower path ; 
With here and there a traveller. 

2 Deny thyself and take thy cross, 

Is the Redeemer's great command : 
Nature must count her gold but dross, 
If she would gain the heavenly land. 

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints. 

And walks the ways of God no more, 
Is but esteem'd almost a saint. 

And makes his own destruction sure. 

4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain. 

Create my heart entirely new ; 
Which hypocrites could ne'er obtain, 
Which false apostates never knew. 



254. S. M. Christian Vnioru 

BLEST be the tie that binds 
Our hearts in Christian love I 
The fellowship of kindred minds 

Is like to that above. 
Before our Father's throne 

We pour our ardent prayers : 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are raw. 
Our comforts and our cares. 



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3 We share our mutual woes ; 

Our mutual burdens bear ; 
And oflen for each other flows 
The sympathizing" tear 

4 When we asunder part, 

It gives us inward pain : 
But we shall still be join'd in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

5 This glorious hope revives 

Our courage by the way ; 

While each in expectation lives, 

And longs to see the day. 

6 From sorrow, toil and pain, 

And sin, w^e shall be free ; 
And perfect love and friendship reigr 
To all eternity. 



255. L. M. The good old icay. 
TNQUmiXG souls who long to find 
-■- Pardon of sin and peace of mind, 
Attend the voice of God to-day, 
Who bids you seek the good old way 

2 The righteousness, th' atoning blood 
Of Jesus, is the way to God : 

O may you then no longer stray, 
But walk in Christ the good old way. 

3 The prophets and apostles too 
Pursu'd this path while here below : 
Then let not fear your soul dismay, 
But come to Christ the good old way 

4 With cautious zeal and holy care^ 
In this dear way I'll persevere. 
Nor doubt to meet, another day, 
Where Jesus is, the good old way. 



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256. L.M. 

WHEN converts first begin to sing, 
Their happy souls are on the wing ; 
Their theme is all redeeming love, 
Fain would they be with Christ above, 

^ Witli admiration they behold 

The love of Christ that can't be told : 
Tliey view themselves upon the shore, 
And think tlie battle is all o'er. 

3 They feel themselves quite free from pain, 
And think their enemies are slain; 
They make no doubt but all is well. 
And Satan is cast down to hell. 

4 They wonder why old saints don't sing, 
And make the heavenly arches ring — 
Ring with melodious, joyflil somid. 
Because a prodigal is found. 

5 But 'tis not long before tlicy feel 
Their feeble souls begin to reel ; 

TJicy think their former hopes are vam. 
They're lill'd witli sorrow, grief and pain. 

6 O foolish child, why didst thou boast 
In the enlargement of thy coast? 
Why didst thou think to fly away 
Before thou leav'st this feeble clay ? 

^ Come take up arms and face the field. 
Come gird on harness, sword and shield. 
Stand fast in faith, fight for your King, 
And soon the victory you shall win. 

6 When Satan comes to tempt your minds, 
Then bravely meet him with these lines 
Jesus our Lord hath took the Jield^ 
4n/f •r(*V/» d f>l prtnin' d not t9 yield. 



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257. S. M. 

Suhmission under affliction, 
|OST thou my profit seek, 
And chasten as a friend ? 
O God, I'll kiss the smarting rod, 

There *s honey at the end. 
Dost thou, through death's dark vale. 

Conduct to heaven at last? 
The fiiture good will make amends, 

For all the evils past. 
Lord, I would not repine 

At strokes in mercy sent; 
If the chastisement come in love, 
My heart shall be content. 



25§. CM. 

God is love. 

COME, ye that know and fear the Lor(3^ 
And lift your souls above ; 
Let every heart and voice accord 
To sing that God is love. 

2 This precious truth his word declares. 

And all his mercies prove ; 
Jesus, the gift of gifts appears 
To show that God is love. 

3 Sinai in clouds, and smoke, and fire, 

Thunders his dreadfiil name ; 
But Sion sings, in melting notes. 
The honours of the Lamb. 

4 In all his doctrines and commands. 

His councils and designs. 
In every work his hands have framed. 
His love supremely shines. 

5 Angels and men the news proclaim 

Through earth, and heaven above, 



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The joyfiil and transporting^ news, 
That God, the Lord, is love 

Wesley.] 259. L. M. Old age. 

IN ag-e and feebleness extreme, 
Who shall a helpless worm redeem ? 
Tis only Jesus, by his blood, 
Can raise a sinking soul to God. 
2 Jesus, my only hoj>e thou art ; 

Strength of my failing flesh and heart ; 
O, could I catch a smile from thee, 
And drop into eternity I 



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Dr. Watts.] 260. CM. 

7%c Messiah^s corning and kingdom. 

Tune — Rochester. 

JOY to the world, the Lord is come I 
Let earth receive her King ; 
Let every heart prepare him room, 
^Ind heaven and nature sing. 

2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns I 

Let men their songs employ I 
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains. 
Repeat the sounding joy. 

3 No more let sms and sorrows grow. 

Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
He comes to make his blessings flow. 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 



188 PSALMODY. 

Dr. Watts.] 261. S. M. 

Dangerous prosperity; or^ daily devotion d 



ncoum 



Tune — Flor ida. 
*r ET sinners take their course, 
-^-^ And choose the road of deatli; 
But in the worship of my God, 
I'll spend my daily breath. 

2 My thoughts address his throne. 

When morning- brings the light ; 
I seek his blessing every noon, 
And pay my vows at night. 

3 Thou wilt regard my cries, 

O my eternal God ! 
While sinners flourish in surprise. 
Beneath thine angry rod. 

4 Because they dwell at ease, 

And no sad changes feel, 
They neither fear nor trust thy name, 
Nor learn to do thy will, 

5 But I, with all my cares, 

Will lean upon the Lord ; 
I'll cast my burdens on his arm, 
And rest upon his word. 

6 His arm sliall well sustain 

The children of his love ; 
The ground on which their safety stands, 
No earthly power can move. 



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Dr. Watts.] 262. C. M. 
The vanity of man^ as mortal. 

Tune — SuFFiELD. 
EACH me the measure of my days, 
Thou Maker of my frame ,* 



PSALMODY. 187 

I would survey life's narrow space, 
And learn how frail I am. 

2 A span is all tliat we can boast, 

AJi inch or two of time ; 
Man is but vanity and dust. 
In all his flower and prime. 

3 See the vain race of mortals move, 

Like shadows o'er the plain ; 
They raore and strive, desire and love. 
But elII tlieir noise is vain. 

4 Some walk in honour's g^audy show ; 

Some dig for golden ore ; 
They toil for heirs, they know not wha 
And straight are seen no more. 

5 What sliould I wish, or wait for, then, 

From creatures, earth and dust ? 
Tliey make our expectations vain. 
And disappomt our trust. 

6 Now I forbid my carnal hope^ 

My fond desires recall ; 
I give my mortal interest up, 
And make my God my all. 

Dr. Watts.: 263. S. AI. 

Christ's cofninission. John iii. 16, 17. 

Tune — Ninety-Third. 

RAISE your triumphant songs. 
To an immortal time ; 
Let the wide eartli resoimd the deeds 
Celestial grace hath done. 

2 Sing, how eternal Love 

Its chief Beloved chose, 
And bid him raise our wretched race 
From their abyss of woes. 

3 His hand no thunder bears, 

Nor terror cloUies his brow ; 



188 PSALMODY. 

No bolts to drive our guilty souls 

To fiercer flames below. i 

4 Twas mercy fill'd the throne, ' 

And wrath stood silent by ; 
When Christ was sent with pardons dow% 
To rebels doom'd to die. 

5 Now, sinners, dry your tears ; 

Let hopeless sorrow cease ; 

Bow to the sceptre of his love. 

And take the offer 'd peace. 

6 Lord, we obey thy call ; 

We lay an humble claim 
To the salvation thou hast brought, 
And love and praise thy name. 



Dr. Watps.] 264. C. M. 

The pilgrimage of the Saints ; or, Earth and Heavti 

Tune — Tribulation. 

LORD, what a wretched land is this. 
That yields us no supply ; 
No cheering- fruits no wholesome trees, 
Nor streams of living joy ? 

2 But pricking thorns, thro' all the ground, 

And mortal poisons grow ; 
And all the rivers that are found. 
With dangerous waters flow. 

3 Yet, the dear path to thine abode 

Lies through this horrid land ; 
Lord, we would keep tlie heavenly road, 
And run at thy command. 

4 [Our souls shall tread the desert tlirough, , 

With undiverted feet; 




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And faith and flaming" zeal subdue 
The terrors that we meet. 

5 A tliousand savage beasts of prey, 

Around the forest roam; 
But Judali's Lion guards the way, 
And guides the strangers, home. 

6 Long nights and darkness dwell below. 

With scarce a twinkling ray ; 
But the biught world to which we go, 
Is everlasting day. 

7 By gUrani'ring hopes, and gloomy fears, 

We trace the sacred road; 
Thro' dismal deeps and dang'rous snares 
We make our way to God.] 

8 Our journey is a thorny maze ; 

But we march upward still ; 
Forget these troubles o^ iht, Ta.ys, 
And reach at Zion's hill. 

9 [See the kind angels at the gates. 

Inviting us to come I 
There Jesus, the forerunner, waits, 
To welcome trav'llers home.] 

There, on a green and fiow'ry mount 

Our weary souls shall sit. 
And with transporting joys recount 
The labours of our feet 

1 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue, 

Nor trifles vex our ear ; 
Infinite grace shall fill our song. 
And God rejoice to hear. 

8 Eternal glories to the King 

That brought us safely through ; 
Our tongues shall never cease to ang 
And endless praise renew. 



190 PSALMODY. 

Dr. Watts.] 265. L. M. 

Tfie enjoyment of Christ; or^ delight in worsk 

Tmie — ^ Vernon. 

r ORD, what a heaven of saving grace 
-*-^ Shines through the beauties of thy face^ 
And lights our passions to a flame ! 
Lord, how we love thy charming name I 

2 When I can say, my God is mine ; 
When I can feel thy glories shine, 
I tread the world beneath my feet, 
And all the earth calls good or great. 

3 While such a scene of sacred joys 
Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs, 
Here we could sit, and gaze away 

A long and everlasting day. 
Well, we shall quickly pass the night. 
To the fair coasts of perfect light; 
Then shall our joyful senses rove 
O'er the dear object of our love. 

5 There shall we drink full draughts of bliss. 
And pluck new life from heavenly trees ; 
Yet now and then, dear Lord, bestow 

A drop of heaven on worms below. 

6 Send comforts down from thy right hand, 
While we pass through this barren land; 
And in thy temple let us see 

A glimpse of love, a glimpse of thee. 



Robinson.] 266. P. M. 
Tune — Olney. 

COME, thou fount of every blessing, 
Tune my heart to sing thy grace " 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
Call for songs of loudsst praise. 



PSALMODY, 191 

TeacJi me some melodious somiet, 
Sung by flaming tongues above ; 

Praise the mount, O fix me on it, 
Mount of God's unchanging love. 

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer ; 

Hither by thy grace I*ve come : 
And I hope, by tJiy good pleasure, 

Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

Wand'ring from the fold of God ; 
He, to save my soul from danger, 

Interpos'd his precious blood. 

3 O I to grace how great a debtor. 

Daily I'm constrain'd to be I 
Let that grace. Lord, like a fetter, 

Bind my wand'ring lieart to thee. 
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; 

Prone to leave the God 1 love ; 
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it, 

Seal it for thy courts above. 



Watts.] 267. P. M. God our Preserver 

Tune — Delight. 

UPWARD I lift mine eyes; 
From God is all my aid; 
The God that built the skies. 
And earth and nature made 
God is the tower 
To which I fly; 
His grace is nigh 

In every hour. ^ 

! My feet shall never sUde, 
And fall in fatal snares. 
Since God, my guard and guide, 
Defends me from my fears 



192 PSALMODY. 

Those wakeful eyes, 
That never sleep, 
Shall Israel keep, 
When dangers rise, 

3 No burning heats by day, 

Nor blasts of evening air 
Shall take my health away, 

If God be with me there. 
Thou art my sun, 
And thou my shade, 
To guard my head 
By night or noon. 

4 Hast thou not given thy word. 

To save my soul from death ? 
And I can trust my Lord, 
To keep my mortal breath. 
I'll go and come, 
Nor fear to die. 
Till from on high 
Thou call me home 



Dr. Watts.] 268, L. M. 

Chrisfs presence makes death easy. 

Tune — All Saints. 

WHY should we start, and fear to die? 
What tim'rous worms we mortals are * 
Deatii is the gate of endless joy. 
And yet we dread to Miter there. 

2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, 

Fright our approaching souls away; 
Still we shrink back again to life, 
Fond of our prison and our clay. 

3 O, if my Lord would come and meet, 

My soul should stretch her wings in haste^ 
Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 



PSALMODY. 193 

4 Jesus can make a dying* bed 

Feel soft as dowTiy pillows are, 
While on his breast I lean my head. 
And breathe my life out sweetly there. 



Dr. Watts.] 269. S. M. 
Triumph over deaths in hope of the resurrection 

Tune — Aylesbury. 

AND must this body die ? 
This mortal frame decay ? 
And must these active limbs of mine 
Lie mouldering in tlie clay ? 

S Corruption, earth and worms, 
Shall but refme this flesh, 
Till my triumphant spirit comes 
To put it on afresh. 

3 God, my Redeemer, lives, 

And often from the skies 
Looks dowTi and watches all my dust, 
Till he shall bid it rise. 

4 Array'd in glorious grace, 

Shall these vile bodies shine, 
And every shape, and every face. 
Look heavenly and divine. 

5 These lively hopes, we owe 

To Jesus' dying love ; 
We would adore his grace below, 
And sing his power above. 

6 Dear Lord, accept the praise 

Of these our humble songs. 
Till times of nobler sounds we raiae^ 
With our immortal tongues, 

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194 PSALMODY. 

Dr. Watts.] 2 TO. S. M. 

Heavenly joy on earth. 

Tune — America. 

^OME, we that love the Lord, 

And let our joys be known ; 

Join in a song with sweet accord, 



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And thus surround the throne. 

2 Tlie sorrows of the mind 

Be banish'd from this place ; 
Religion never was design'd 
To make our pleasures less. 

3 Let tliose refuse to sing, 

Tliat never knew our God ; 
But fav'rites of the heaveiily King 
May speak their joys abroad. 

4 [The God tliat rules on high, 

And thunders when he please ; 
That rides upon the stormy sky, 
And manages the seas.] 

5 This awful God is ours; 

Our Father, and oiu- Love; 
He shall send down his heavenly powers, 
To carry us above. 

6 There shall we see his face. 

And never, never sin ; 
There, from the rivers of his grace, 
Drink endless pleasures in. 

7 Yes, and before we rise 

To that immortal state, 
The thoughts of such amazing bliss 
Should constant joys create, 

8 [The men of grace have found 

Glory begun below ; 
Celestial fruits on earthly ground. 
From faith and hope may grow.] 



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9 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets, 
Before we reach the lieavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

10 Then let our songs abound, 
And every tear be dry ; 
We're marching thro' ImmanuePs ground. 
To fairer worlds on hisfh. 



271. P.M. 

Tune — Heavenly Traveller. 

CO]\IE, all ye weary travellers, 
Come, let us join and sing 
The everlasting praise 

Of Jesus Christ, our King. 
We've had a tedious journey, 

And tiresome, 'tis true ; 
But see how many dangers 

The Lord hath brought us through. 

At first when Jesus found us. 

He call'd us unto him, 
And pointed out the danger 

Of falling into sin ; 
The world, the flesh, and Satan, 

To us would prove a snare. 
Unless we would reject them. 

By faith and humble prayer. 

But why our disobedience. 

With sorrow we confess. 
We have had long to wander 

In a dark wilderness, 
Where we might all have fainteclf 

In that enchanted ground. 
But now and then a cluster 

Of pleasant grapes we found. 



196 PSALMODY. 

4 The pleasant fruits of Canaan 

Give life, and joy, and peace, 
Revive our drooping spirits, 

And strength and love increase 
To confess our Lord and Master, 

And run at his command. 
And hasten on our journey 

Unto the promis'd land. 

6 In faith, and hope, and patience, 

We're made for to rejoice ; 
And Jesus and his people 

For ever are our choice. 
In peace and consolation 

We now are going on. 
The narrow way to Canaan, 

Where Jesus Christ is gone. 

6 Sinner, why stand you idle, 

As we do march along ? 
Hath conscience never told yon. 

That you are going wrong, 
Dowm the broad road to ruin, 

To bear an endless curse ? 
Forsake your ways of sinning. 

And come and go with us. 

7 But, if you will refuse it, 

We must bid you farewell : 
We're on the way to Canaan, 

And you the road to hell. 
We're sorry for to leave you. 

And rather you would go; 
Come, try a bleeding Sa'^lour, 

And see the waters flow. 

8 O sinners, be awakenM 

To see your wretched state 
Repent and be converted, 
Before it be too late. 



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Turn to the Lord by prayingf, 

And daily searcli his word; 
And never rest contented, 

Until you find tlie Lord. 
Now, to the King immortal 

Be everlasting praise ; 
And in his holy service 

We long to spend our days, 
Till we arrive at Canaan, 

The celestial world above. 
There, in eternal raptures, 

To praise redeeming love. 



272. L. M. 

T LONG to see the season come 
•*- When sinners shall come flocking hom^ 
To taste tlie sweets of Jesus' love, 
And seek tlie joys tliat are above. 
S Hark ! how the glorious Gospel sounds. 
Inviting sinners all around ; 
Behold, your loving Saviour stands, 
And spreads for you his bleeding hands* 

3 Attend, poor sinners, to his word ; 
Kiss him, yea, own him as your Lord ; 
He'll wash you in atoning blood, 

And seal you heirs and sons of God, 

4 A few more days, and you must go 
To realms of joy or endless woe ; 

In worlds of light, with Christ to dweD, 
Or sink beneath his fro\\Tis, to hell. 

5 Come, then, dear sinners, counsel take. 
And all your sinful ways forsake ; 

The world give o'er, leave friends behind * 
In Christ you shall redemption find. 

6 Take your companion by the hand. 
And all your children in a band. 



198 PSALMODY. 

And give them up at Jesus' call 
To pardon, bless and save them all. 

7 Thus, when the day of Christ shall com» 
And he collect his children home. 
On Zion's mount you then shall stand. 
And join the bright angelic band. 

6 O, what a glorious company ! 
May I be there, that sight to see, 
And join in praise to Jesus' name, 
All glorious in Jerusalem. 



2T3. P.M. 

Tune — Solemn Sound. 

B^^ROM whence doth this union arise 

-■- That hatred is conquerM by love ? 

It fastened our souls in such ties. 

As nature and time can't remove. 

2 It cannot in Eden be found. 

Nor yet in a Paradise lost; 
It grovv^s on Immanuel's ground. 
And Jesus' rich blood it did cost. 

3 My friends are so dear unto me, 

Our hearts are united in love ; 
Where Jesus is gone we shall be, 
In yonder bright mansions above. 

4 O, why then so loth for to part. 

Since there we sliall all meet again 7 
Engrav'd on Immanuel's Iieart, 
At a distance we cannot remain. 

5 And when we shall see that bright day 

And join with the angels above. 
There, free from these bodies of clay, 

We'll dwell with Christ Jesus above. 
With Jesus we ever shall reign. 

And all his bright glories we'll see; 



PSALMODY. 199 



There sing hallelujah, amen; 
Anien, even so let it be. 



274. C. M. The Mariner's Psalm, 
Tune — OcKAN. 

THY works of glory, mighty Lord 
That rules the boist'rous sea. 
The sons of courage shall record, 
Who tempt the dang'rous way. 

2 At thy command the winds arise, 

And swell the towering waves; 
The men astonish'd moimt the skies, 
And sink in gaping graves. 

3 'Tis God that brings them safe to land 

Let stupid mortals know, 
That waves are under his command. 
And ail the winds that blow. 

4 O, that the sons of men would praise 

The goodness of the Lord ; 
And those who see thy wondrous ways 
Thy wondrous love record. 



275, P. M. ChrisVs ascension. 
Tune — MiDDLETOwx. 

TXAIL the day that saw liim rise, 
-■"*■ Ravish'd from our wistful eyes I 
Christ, a while to mortals given, 
Reascends his native heaven. 
There the pom|>ous triumph wait*?, 
* Lift your heads, ye crystal gates ; 
Wide unfold the radiant scene, 
Take the King of glory in.' 
S Him who highest heaven receives, 
Still he loves the world he leaves; 



aOO PSALMODY. 

Though returning to his throne. 
Still he calls mankind his own ; 
Still for us he intercedes ; 
Prevalent, his death he pleads; 
Next himself prepares our place, 
Harbinger of human race. 

3 Master, (may we ever say,) 
Taken from our head to-day, 
See thy faithful servants, see, 
Ever gazing upon thee ; 

Grant, though parted from oior sight, 
Far above yon azure height, 
Grant our hearts may thither rise. 
And follow thee beyond the skies. 

4 Ever upward let us move. 
Wafted on the wings of love ; 
Looking when our Lord shall come, 
Longing, grasping after home. 
There we shall with thee remain. 
Partners of thy endless reign ; 
There thy face unclouded see; 
Find our heaven of heavens in thee. 



Dr. Watts.] 276. L. M. 

Glory and grace in the person of ChrisU 

Tune WlLUAMSTOWN. 

NOW to the Lord a noble song; 
Awake my soul, awake my tongue; 
Hosanna to th' eternal Name, 
And all his boundless love proclaim, 

2 See, where it shines in Jesus' face, 
The brightest image of his grace I 
God, in the person of his Son, 

Hath all his mightiest works outdoneu 

3 The spacious earth and spreading flood. 
Proclaim the wise and powerful God; 



PSALMODY. 201 

And thy rich glories, from afar, 
SparJvIe in every rolling- star ; 

4 But in liis looks a glory stands, 
The noblest labour of thine hands ; 
The pleasing lustre of his eyes, 
Outshines the wonders of the skies. 

5 Grace I 'tis a sweet, a charming theme. 
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name; 
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ; 

Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground. 

6 O, may I live to reach the place, 
Where he unveils his lovely face ; 
Where all his beauties you behold, 
And sing his name to harps of gold. 



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2rr. c. M 

Tune — Sherburn. 

HILE shepherds watch'd tlieir flock 
by night, 
All seated on the ground. 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 

* Fear not,' said he, (for mighty dread 

Had seiz'd their troubled mind,) 

* Glad tidings of great joy I bring 

To you and all mankind. 
*To you, in David's town, this da3r 

Is born, of David's line. 
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, 

And this shall be the sign : 
'The heavenly babe you there shall findi 

To human view display'd. 
All meanly wrapt in swathing bands^ 

And in a manger laid.' 
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202 PSALMODY. 

5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 

AppearM a shining throng 
Of angels, praising God, and thus 
Addressed their joyful song: 

6 *A11 glory be to God on high, 

And to the earth be peace ; 
Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men, 
Begin and never cease.' 



Dr. Watts.] 2T8. CM. 
The Morning of a Lord's Day, 
Tune — Montgomery. 
Xj^ARLY, my God, without delay, 
-■-^ I haste to seek thy face ; 
My thirsty spirit faints away, 
Without thy cheering grace. 

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 

Beneath a burning sky. 
Long for a cooling stream at hand, 
And they must drink or die. 

3 IVe seen thy glory and thy power. 

Through all thy temple shine ; 
My God, repeat that heavenly hour 
That vision so divine ! 

4 Not all the blessings of a feast. 

Can please my soul so well. 
As when thy richer grace I taste, 
And in thy presence dwell. 

5 Not life itself, with all its joys. 

Can my best passions move. 
Or raise so high my cheerful voice. 
As thy forgiving love. 

6 Thus, till my last expiring day, 

I'll bless my God and King* 



PSALMODY. 208 

UnuB will I lift my hands to pray, 
And tune my lips to sing. 

Dr. Watts.] 279. P.M. 

Praise to God^ for his goodness and truth. 

Tune — Livonia. 
T'LL praise my maker with my breath, 
-■- And when my voice is lost in death. 
Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life, and thought, and being last. 
Or immortality endures. 

2 Why should I make a man my trust? 
Princes must die and turn to dust; 

Vain is the help of flesh and blood ; 
Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, 
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour ; 

Nor can they make their promise good. 

3 Happy the man, whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God ; he made the sky. 

And earth, and seas, with all their train ; 
His truth for ever stands secure ; 
He saves the oppress'd, he feeds the peor. 

And none shall find his promise vain. 

4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; 
The Lord supports the sinking mind ; 

He sends the labouring conscience peac« ; 
He helps the stranger in distress, 
The widow and the fatherless, 

And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 

5 He loves his saints, he knows them well. 
But turns the wicked down to hell ; 

Thy God, O Zion I ever reigns ; 
Let every tongue, let every age. 
In this exalted work engage ; 

Praise him in everlasting strains. 



204 PSALxMODY. 

6 I'll praise him while he lends me breathy 
And when my voice is lost in death, 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers; 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past. 
While life, and thought, and being last. 

Or immortality endures. 



Dr. Watts.] 280. L. M. 

The prosperity of sinners cursed. 
Tune — Greenwich. 

LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was 1^ 
To mourn and murmur, and repine, 
To see the wicked, placed on high. 
In pride and robes of honour shine 7 

2 But, oh I their end, their dreadful end I 

Thy sanctuary taught me so ; 
On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, 
And fiery billows roll below. 

3 Now, let them boast how tall they rise ; 

I'll never envy tliem again; 
There they may stand with haughty eyes, 
Till they plunge deep in endless pam. 

4 Now, I esteem their mirth and wine 

Too dear to purchase with my blood; 
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, 
My life, my portion, and my God* 



281. P.M. 

Tune — New Monmouth. 

LO, he Cometh ! countless trumpets 
Blow, to raise the sleeping dead ; 
*Midst ten thousand saints and angelsj 
See their great, exaJted Head; 

Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome, Son of God. 



PSALMODY. 206 

9 Now his merit, by the harpers, 

Through the eternal deep resounds ; 
Kow resplendent shine his nail-printa 
Every eye shall see liis wounds; 

They who piercM him, 
Shall at his appearance wail. 

3 Full of joyful expectation, 

Saints boliold the Judge appear; 
Truth and justice g-o bcibre him ; 
Now the joyful sentence hear ; 

Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome, Judge dirme : 

4 *Come, ye blessed of my Father, 

Enter into life and joy ; 
Banish all your fears and sorrows. 
Endless life be your employ 

Hallelujah, 
Welcome, welcome to the skies.' 

5 Now at once they rise to glory : 

Jesus brings tliem to the King; 
There, with all the hosts of heaven, 
They eternal anthems sing ; 

Hallelujah, 
Boundless glory to the Lamb. 



Dr. Watts.] 2§2. CM. 

X^ sufferings of Christ for our salvatiom 

Tmi8 — Sutton. 
^AVE me, O God ! the swelling floodi 
^^ Brccik in upon my soul, 
I sink, and sorrows o'er my head 

Like mighty waters roll. 
* I cry till all my voice be gone 

In tears I waste the day 
My God, behold my longings •vet 

And shorten thy delay. 



206 PSALMODY. 

3 *They hate my soul without a cause. 

And still their number grows, 
More than the hairs around my head» 
And mighty are my foes. 

4 * 'Twas then I paid the dreadful debt. 

That men could never pay ; 
And gave those honours to thy law, 
Which sinners took away.' 

5 Thus in the great Messiah's name, 

The royal prophet mourns ; 
Thus he awakes our hearts to grief^ 
And gives us joy by turns. 

6 * Now shall the saints rejoice, and find 

Salvation in my name ; 
For I have borne their heavy load 
Of sorrow, pain and shame. 

7 * Grief, like a garment, clothed me round. 

And sackcloth was my dress. 
While I procured for naked souls 
A robe of righteousness, 

8 * Amongst my brethren, and the Jews, 

I, like a stranger, stood, 
And bore their vile reproach to bring 
The Gentiles near to God. 

9 * I came in sinful mortals' stead, 

To do my Father's will ; 
Yet when I cleans'd my Father's house, 
They scandaliz'd my zeal. 

10 'My fastings, and my holy groans, 

Were made the drunkard's song; 
But God, from his celestial throne. 
Heard my complaining tongue. 

11 * He sav'd me from the dreadful deep, 

Where fears beset me round ; 
He rais'd, and fix'd my sinking feet 
On weil-e?5tablished ground. 



PSALMODY. 20T Q. 

12 **Twas in a most accepted hour, 
My prayers arose on high ; 
And for my sake my God shall hear 
The dying sinner's cry.* 



Hart.] 2§3. P.M. 

Put on the whole armour of God. Eph. iv 12. 
Tune — Christian Soldier. 

GIRD thy loins up, Christian soldier, 
Lo ! thy Captain calls thee out ; 
Let the danger make thee bolder, 

War in weakness, dare in doubt. 
Buckle on thy heavenly armour ; 
Patch up no inglorious peace ; 
Let thy courage wax the warmer, 
As thy foes and fears increase. 

2 Bind thy golden girdle round thee ; 

Truth to keep thee firm and tight; 
Never shall tlie foe confound thee, 

While the truth maintains thy fight. 
Righteousness within thee rooted, 

May appear to take thy part ; 
But let righteousness imputed, 

Be the breast-plate of thy heart. 

3 Shod with Gospel-preparation, 

In the paths of promise tread; 
Let the hope of free salvation, 

As a helmet, guard thy head. 
When beset with various evils, 

Wield the Spirit's two-edg'd sword; 
Cut thy way through hosts of devils, 

While they fall before the Word. 

4 But when dangers closer threaten. 

And thy soul draws near to death ; 
When assaulted sore by Satan, 
Then object the shield of faith. 



208 PSALMODY. 

Fiery darts of fierce temptatiens. 

Intercepted by thy God, 
There shall lose tlieir force in patience, 

Sheath'd in love, and quench'd in blood 
5 Though to speak, tliou be not able. 

Always pray and never rest ; 
Prayer 's a weapon for the feeble ; 

Weakest souls can wield it best. 
Ever on thy Captain calling, 

Make thy worst condition known ; 
He shall hold thee up when falling, 

Or shall lift thee up when down. 



284. P.M. 

Longing to see Jesus. 
Tune — Cox\auERiNG Soldier, 

OWHEN shall I see Jesus, 
And reign with him above, 
And from the flowing fountains 

Drink everlasting love ? 
When shall I be deliver'd 

From this vain world of sin, 
And with my blessed Jesus, 

Drink endless pleasures in ? 
2 But now I am a soldier. 

My Captain's gone before, 
He's given me my orders. 

And tells me not to fear ; 
And as he has prov'd faithful, 

A crown of life he'll give, 
And all his valiant soldiers 

Eternal life shall live. 
8 Through grace I am determined 

To conquer, though I die; 
And then, away to Jesus, 

On wings of love Til fly. 



PSALMODY. 801 

Farewell to sin and sorrow; 

I bid it all adieu ? 
And you, my friends, prove faithfU, 

And on your way pursue. 

4 And if you meet with troubles 

And trials on the way, 
Then cast your care on Jesus, 

And don't forget to pray ; 
Gird on the heavenly armour, 

Of faith, and hope, and love, 
Ajid when the battle's ended, 

You'll reign with him above. 

5 O, do not be discourag'd. 

For Jesus is your friend, 
Ajid if you lack for knowledge. 

He'll not refiise to send ; 
Neither will he upbraid you. 

Though often you request ; 
He'll give you grace to conquer, 

Ajad take you up to rest, 



Dr. Watts.] 285. CM. 

7^ hopes of heaven our support under trials an 

earth. 

Tune — Ninety-Fifth. 

WHEN I can read my title clear, 
To mansions in the skies, 
I'll bid farewell to every fear. 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 
3 Should earth against my soul engage. 
And hellish darts be hurl'd, 
Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
And face a frowning w^orld. 
8 Let cares like a wild deluge come. 
And stones of sorrow fall ; 



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210 PSALMODY. 

May I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all ; 
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
In seas of heavenly rest. 

And not a wave of trouble roll 
Across my peaceful breast. 



Dr. Watts.] 286. C. M. 

Not ashamed of the Gospel. 2 Tim. i. 12, 
Tune — FiDuciA. 

T'M not asham'd to own my Lord, 

-■- Or to defend his cause, 
Maintain the honour of his word, 
The glory of his cross. 

2 Jesus, my God ! I know his name ; 

His name is all my trust ; 
Nor will he put my soul to shame. 
Nor let my hope be lost. 

3 Firm as his throne, his promise stands ; 

And he can well secure 
What I've committed to his hands, 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will he own my worthless name, 

Before his Father's face. 
And in the New Jerusalem 
Appoint ray soul a place. 



Dr. Watts.] 287. C. M. 

Salvation. 

Tune — Twenty-Fourth. 

^ ALVATION ! O the joyful sound I 
^^ 'Tis pleasure to our ears ; 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 



PSALMODY. 211 



S Buried in sorrow and in sin, 
At hell's dark door we lay , 
But we arise by grace divine, 
To see a heavenly day. 
3 Salvation I let the echo ily 
The spacious earth around, 
While all the armies of the sky 
Conspire to raise the sound. 



Pope.] 288. P.M. 
Tune — Cl.\remont. 

VITAL spark of heavenly flame, 
Quit, O quit this mortal frame ; 
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying", 
O the pain, the bliss of dying ! 
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, 
And let m" languish into life. 

2 Hark I they whisper — angels say, 
Sister spirit, come away ; 
What is this absorbs me quite. 
Steals my senses, shuts my sight. 
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath. 
Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? 

3 The world recedes, it disappears, 
Heaven opens on my eyes, my ears 
With sounds seraphic ring ; 

Lend, lend your wings, I mount, I fly 
O grave, where is thy victory ? 
O death, where is thy sting ? 



289. L. M. 

Tune — Seasons. 

THE name of Christ, how sweet it sounds, 
How sweet the mention of his wounds 



212 fSALMODY. 

How gocd, how excellently good. 
Is the dear name of Jesus' blood I 

2 What makes it so to me, is this : 
All that is Christ's, my portion is ; 
I'm his, and all I e'er shall be, 
And all he has he gives to me. 

8 O, what a great estate have I ! 
A heaven to all eternity ; 
I'm rich, my Lord hath made me so 
Nor would I greater riches know. 

4 What did my Saviour at his death, 
To me, unworthy me, bequeath ? 
All that he had, his merit, blood, 
He left me when he went to God 

5 His new eternal testament 

I read, and much sweet time is spent 
In searching every verse and line, 
How much my Jesus' will Is mine, 

6 My dearest Lord I'll ever bless, 
For his most glorious righteousness, 
I'll sing how black, how vile I am. 
How fair and comely in the Lamb. 

7 For black and vile I know I am, 

Yet comely through the blessed Lambt 
And hope ere long to mount above. 
Ever to praise redeeming love. 



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290. L. M. 

Tune — New Salem. 
AM a stranger here below, 



And what I am 'tis hard to know, 
I am so vile, so prone to sin, 
I fear that I'm not born again. 
When I experience call to mind, 
My understanding is so blind, 



PSALMODY. 213 

An feeling sense seems to be gone, 
Which makes me fear tliat I am wrong. 

3 I find myself out of the way ; 

My thoughts are often gone astray; 
Like one alone I seem to be — 
Oh I is there any one like me ? 

4 It's seldom I can ever see 
Myself as I would wish to be ; 
What I desire I can't attain, 
And what I hate I can't refrain. 

5 So far from God I seem to lie, 
Which makes me often weep and cry ; 
I fear at last that I shall fall ; 

For if a saint, the least of alL 

6 I seldom find a heart to pray, 

So many things step in my way ; 
Thus fill'd with doubts, I ask to know, 
Come, tell me, is it thus with you ? 

? So, by experience I do know, 

There's nothing good that I CEin do; 

I canr'^t ^'^tisfy the law. 

Nor . ope x>. comfort fi-om it draw* 

8 My nature is so prone to sin. 
Which makes my duty so unclean. 
That when I count up all the cost. 
If not free grace, then I am lost 



291. P.M. 

Exceeding great and precious promises 
2 Peter i. 4. 

Tune — Foundation of Hope. 

HOW firm a foundation, ye sainta of Cfas 
Lord, 
i^ la laid for your faith in his excelleat wocd* 



214 PSALMODx 

What more can he say, than to you h* 

hath said ? 
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled. 

2 In every condition, in sickness, in health, 
In poverty's vale or abounding in wealth. 
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea, 

* As thy days may demand, sliall thy strength 
ever be. 

3 ^Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dis- 

may'd, 
I, I am tliy God, and will still give thee 

aid ; 
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause 

thee to stand, 
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand 

4 * When thro' the deep waters I call thee to go^ 
The rivers of woe shall not tliee overflow ; 
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, 
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 

5 ' When through fiery trials thy pathway 

shall lie. 
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply ; 
The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design 
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine. 

6 ' Even down to old age, all my people shall 

prove, 
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love ; 
And when hoary hairs shall their temple« 

adorn. 
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom 

be borne. 

7 * The sou] that on Jesus hath lean'd for repose. 
/ will not^ I will not desert to his foes ; 
That soul, though all hell should endeavour 

to shake. 
Til never^ no nevery no never forsaJce.'* 



PSALMODY. 215 

292. P.M. ^ 

Tune — Indian Philosopher. 

WHEN tliou, my righteous Judge, shall 
come, 
To fetch thy ransom'd people home, 

Shall I amongst them stand ? 

Shall such a worthless worm as I, 

Who sometimes am afraid to die. 

Be found at tliy rigiit hand ? 

2 I love to meet among them now, 
Before thy gracious feet to bow, 

Though vilest of them all ; 
But (can I bear the piercing thought?) 
What if my name should be lefl out, 

When thou for them shalt call I 

3 Prevent, prevent it by thy grace ; i 
Be thou, dear Lord, my liiding place, ' | 

In this th' accepted da)^; 
Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear, 
To still my unbelieving fear ; 

Nor let me fall, I pray. 

4 Let me among thy saints be found: 
Whene'er th archangel's trump shall sound, 

To see tliy smiling face ; 
Then, loudest of the crowd I'll sing, 
While heaven's resounding mansions ring 

With shouts of sovereign grace. 



Dr. Watts.] 293. C. M. 

Repentance at the Cross. 
Tune — Repentance. 

OH ! if my soul were formed for woe, 
How would I vent my sighs ! 
Repentance should like rivers flow, 
from both my streaming eyes. 



210 PSALMODY. 

2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord 

Hung on the cursed tree, 
And groanM away a dying" life, 
For thee, my soul, for thee. 

3 O how I hate those lusts of mine, 

That crucified my God ; 
Those sins, that piercM and nailM hia fles^ 
Fast to the fatal wood. 

4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die; 

My heart hath so decreed; 
Nor will I spare the guilty things 
That made my Saviour bleed. 

5 Whilst with a melting, broken heart, 

My murder'd Lord I view, 
I'll raise revenge against my sins, 
And slay the murd'rers too. 



294. P.M. 

Tune — Pilgrim's Farewell. 

FAREWELL, farewell, farewell, mj 
friends, I must be gone ; 
I have no home nor stay with you; 
I'll take my staff and travel on, 

Till I a better world can view, 
Farewell, farewell, farewell, my loving frienda, 
farewell. 
fi Farewell, &c. my friends, time rolls alon^. 
Nor waits for mortal cares of bliss, 
I'll leave you here and travel on, 
Till I arrive where Jesus is. 
Farewell, &c. 
3 Farewell, &c. my brethren in the Lord ; 
To you I'm boimd with cords of love ; 
Yet we believe his gracious word, 
We all, ere long, shall meet abow^ 
Farewell. *- 



PSALMODY. 217 

4 Farewell, &c old soldiers of the cross , 

You've struggled long- and hard for heaven : 
You've counted all things here but loss ; 
March on, the crown shall soon be given, 
Farewell, &.c. 

5 Farewell, <fcc. ye blooming sons of Grod ; 

Sore conflicts yet remain for you ; 
But dauntless keep the heavenly road, 
Till Canaan's happy land you view. 
Farewell, &c. 
C Farewell, &c. poor careless sinners too ; 
It grieves my heart to leave you here ; 
Eternal vengeance waits for you, 

O turn I O turn I O turn I and find sal- 
vation near. 
Farewell, &c. 



Dr. Watts.] 295. L. M. 

irmfer for deliverance answered. Isa. xxvL 8 — 20. 

Tune — Judgment. 

Fr thine o\vn ways, O God of Love ! 
We wait the visits of thy grace ; 
Our souls' desire is to thy name. 
And tlie remembrance of thy face. 
2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 
'Mongst the black shades of lonesoOM 
night; 
My earnest cries salute the skies, 
Before the dawn restores the lighL 
8 Look how rebellious men deride 
The tender patience of my God \ 
But they shall see thy lifted hand, 
And feel the scourges of thy rod. 
4 Uark ! the Eternal rends the sky ; 
A mig-hty voice before him goog? 
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tnS PSALMODY. 

A voice of music to his friends. 
But threatening thunder to his foes. 

5 Come, children, to your Father's arms ; 

Hide in the chambers of my grace. 
Till the fierce storms be overblown, 
And my revenging fury cease. 

6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain, 

And drink the blood of haughty kings. 
While heavenly peace around my flock 
Stretches its soft and shady wings. 



296. L. M. 

Tune — Denmark. 

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; 
Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
He can create, and he destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 

Made us of clay, and form'd us men; 
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, 
He brought us to his fold again. 

3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 

High as the heavens our voices raise. 
And eartli with her ten thousand tongues, 
Siiall fill thy com'ts witli sounding praise. 

4 Wide as the world is thy command, 

Vast as eternity thy love ; 
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand. 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 



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Dr. Watts.] 297. CM. 

Death and Eternity, 
Tmie — MoRTAUTY. 
TOOP down, my thoughts, that use t^ 

rise. 
Converse a while with death; 



PSALMODY. 21 

Think how a grasping mortal lies, 
And pants away his breath. 

2 His quiv'ring lip hangs feebly down ; 

His pulse is faint and few ; 
Then, speechless, with a doleful groan, 
He bids the world adieu. 

3 But, O I the soul, that never dies, 

At once it leaves the clay ; 
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, 
And ti'ack its wondrous way. 

4 Up to the courts vrhere angels dwell, 

It mounts triumphing there ; 
Or devils plunge it do^\Ti to hell. 
In infinite despair. 

5 And must my body faint and die ? 

And must tliis soul remove ? 
O, for some guardian angel nigh ; 
To bear it safe above. 

6 Jesus, to thy dear, faithful hand. 

My naked soul I trust ; 
And my flesh waits for thy command, 
To drop into my dust. 



FUXERAL HYMXS. 



Dr. Watts.] 29§, CM. 
A funeral thought. 

HARK ! from the tombs a dolefbl soon 
!My ears attend the cry ; 
* Ye living men come ^•iew the ground 

Where you must shortly he. 
' Princes, this clay must be your bed, 

In spite of all your towers ; 
The tall, the wise, the rev'rend hea<^ 
Must lie as low as our*. 



!20 FUNERAL m^MNS. 

3 Great God ! is this our certain doom ? 

And are we still secure ? 
Still walking- downward to our tomb, 
And yet prepare no more ? 

4 Grant us the powers of quick'ning* grace, 

To fit our souls to fly ; 
Then, when we drop this dying flesh. 
We'll rise above the sky. 



Steele.] 299. C. M. 

WHEN blooming youth is snatch'd away 
By death's resistless hand, 
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 
Which pity may demand. 

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 

O, may this truth, impress'd, 
With awful power — / too must die-^ 
Sink deep in every breast. 

3 liCt this vain world engage no more ; 

Behold the gaping tomb ! 
It bids us seize the present hour ; 
To-morrow, death may come. 

4 The voice of this alarming scene, 

May every heart obey ; 
Nor be the heavenly warning vain, 
Which calls to watch and pray. 

5 O, let us fly, to Jesus fly. 

Whose powerful arm can save ; 
Then shall our hopes ascend on higl^ 
And triumph o'er the grave. 

6 Great God, thy sovereign grace impo!*. 

With cleansing, healing power ; 
This only can prepare the heart. 
For death's surprising hour. 



FUNERAL HYMNS. 

Dr. Watts.] 300. CM. 

The death and burial of a Saint, 

WHY do we mourn departing- friend 
Or shake at death's alarms ? 
Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, 
To call them to his arms. 

2 Are we not tending upward too. 

As fast as time can move ? 
Nor should we wish the hours more sloi 
To keep us from our love. 

3 Wliy should we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb, 
There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, 
And left a long- perfume. 

4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd. 

And soften'd every bed ; 
Where should the dying members rest, 
But witli their dying head ? 

5 Thence he arose, ascending high. 

And sliow'd our feet the way ; 
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, 
At the great rising day, 

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 

And bid our kindred rise ; 
Awake, ye nations under ground. 
Ye saints, ascend the skies. 



Dr. Watts.] 301. CM. 

Frail life^ and succeeding eternity 

THEE we adore, eternal Name ! 
And humbly own to thee, 
How feeble is our mortal frame. 

What dying worms are we I 
[Our wasting lives grow shorter stiH 
As months and days increase; 



222 FUNERAL HYMNS. 

And every beating pulse we tell, 
Leaves but the number less. 

3 The year rolls round, and steals away 

The breath that first it gave ; 

Whate'er we do, wiicre'er we be, 

We're trav'ling to the grave.] 

4 Dangers stand thick, thro' all the ground. 

To push us to the tomb ; 
And fierce diseases wait around, 
To hurry mortals home. 

5 Good God ! on what a slender thread 

Hang everlasting things I 
Til' eternal states of all the dead, 
Upon life's feeble strings ! 

6 Infinite joy, or endless woe, 

Attends on every breath ; 
And yet how unconcern'd we go, 
Upon the brink of death 1 

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 

To walk this dang'rous road ; 

And if our souls are hurried hence, 

May they be found with God. 



Dr. W\vtts.] 302. C. M. 

A thought of death and glory, 

MY soul, come meditate the day. 
And think how near it stands, 
, When thou must quit tliis house of clay, 

And fly to unknown lands. 
fi [And you, mine eyes, look down and view 

The hollow gaping tomb ; 
I Tliis gloomy prison v/aits for you, 
Whene'er the summons come.] 
9 O ! could we die with those that di6> 
Ana ixace us n their stead, 



DEATH. 223 

Then would our spirits learn to fly, 
And converse with the dead. 

4 Then should we see tlie saints abovo. 

In their own glorious forms, 
And wonder why our souls should love 
To dwell with mortal worms. 

5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh 

These fetters, and this load ; 

And long for evening to undress, 

That we may rest with God.] 

6 We should almost forsake our clay 

Before the summons come, 
And pray and wish our souls away 
To their eternal home. 



DEATR 



Hart.] 303. CM. 

VAIN man thy fond pursuits forbear, 
Repent, thy end is nigh ; 
Death, at the farthest, can't be far ; 
O, think before thou die. 

2 Reflect, thou hast a soul to save ; 

Thy sins, how high they mount! 
What are thy hopes beyond the grave ? 
How stands that dark account ? 

3 Death enters, and there 's no defence ; 

His time there 's none can tell ; 
He'll in a moment call thee hence. 
To heaven, or, to hell. 

4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 

Shall crawling worms consume ; 
But ah ! destruction stops not there ; 
Sin kills beyond the tomb. 



r^ 



22A DEATH. 

5 To-day, the gospel calls to-day j 

Sinners, it speaks to you ; 
Let every one forsake his way. 
And mercy will ensue. 

6 Rich mercy, dearly bought with blood; 

How vile soe'er he be, 
Abundant pardon, peace with God, 
All given entirely free. 



1 



Hart.] 304. S. M. 

YE bold, blaspheming souls, 
Whose conscience nothing scares 
Ye carnal, cold, professing fools, 
Whose state's as bad as theirs; 

2 Ye strong, deluded lights, 

Whose faith 's too stout to pray ; 
And ye, whom proud perfection cheats^ 
As free from sin as they ; 

3 The awful change, not far. 

Dissolves each golden dream ; 
Death will distinguish what you art^ 
From what you only seem. 

4 Repent, or you're undone , 

And pray to God with speed , 
Perhaps the truth may yet be knowDi 
And make you free indeed. 

5 The hour of death draws nigh ; 

*Tis time to drop the mask; 
Fall at the feet of Christ, and cry} 
He gives to all that ask. 

6 Good Shepherd of the sheep, 

Abolisher of death, 
O, give us all repentance deep, 
And purifying faith* 



JUDGMENT. 225 

Dr. Watts.] 305. C. M. 

Death dreadful^ or delightful. 

DEATH : 'tis a melancholy day 
To those that have no God, 
When the poor soul is forc'd away, 
To seek her last abode. 

2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes ; 

But ^uilt, a heavy chain, 
Still drag's her downward from the skies. 
To darkness, fire and pain. 

3 Awake, and mourn, ye heirs of hell ; 

Let stubborn sinners fear ; 
You must be driven from earth, and dwell 
A long FOR EVER there, 

4 See how the pit gapes wide for you. 

And flashes in your face I 
And thou, my soul, look downward too^ 
And sing recovering grace. 

5 He is a God of sovereign love, 

That promis'd heaven to me, 
That taught my tlioughts to soar aboYC, 
Where happy spirits be. 

6 Prepare me. Lord, for thy right hand; 

Then come the joyful day ; 
Come death, and some celestial band. 
To bear my soul away. 

JUDGMENT. 



Hart.] 306. L. xM. 
The day of Judgment. 

Awake, ye sleeping souis, awake, 
And hear the God ©f Israel speak < 
His word is faithful, firm and true ; 
Sinners, attend, he speaks to you. 
K2 



226 JUDGMENT. 

2 '"Mercy and vengeance in me dwell ; 
One lifts to heaven, one casts to hell ; 
My favour's more than life, my wrath 
Will burn beyond the bounds of death.' 

3 Short is the space, and death must come ; 
And after death, the day of doom ; 
When quick and dead the Judge shall caJ! 
And deal their due deserts to alL 

4 Fix'd in their everlasting state, 

Could men repent, 'twere then too late ; 
Justice has bolted Mercy's door, 
And God's long suff 'ring is no mora 

5 *Tis now the gospel message sent, 
Commands repentance — now repent; 
Wisely be warn'd, to reftige run ; 
Obey the Father, kiss the Son. 

6 In Christ, receive the gitl of God, 
Complete redemption through his blood; 
Mercy triumphant, sin forgiven, 

And everlasting life in heaven. 

Hart.] 307. S. M. 

BEHOLD, with awfid pomp, 
The Judge prepares to come ; 
Th* archangel sounds tiie dreadful txun^ 
And wakes the general doom. 

2 Nature, in w'ild amaze. 

Her dissolution mourns; 
Blushes of blood the moon deface, 
The sun to darkness turns. 

3 The living look with dread ; 

The frighted dead arise; 
Start from their monumental bed. 
And lifl their ghastly eyes. 

4 Horrors all hearts appal ; 

They quake, they shriek, they aji 



JUDGMENT. 227 

Bid rocks and mountains on them fall; 
But rocks and mountains fly. 

5 Ye wilful, wanton fools, 

Let danger make you wise ; 
Carnal professors, careless souls, 
Unclose your lazy eyes. 

6 *Tis time we all awake ; 

The dreadftil day draws near ; 
Sinners, your proud presumption check. 
And stop your wild career. 

7 Now is til' accepted time ; 

To Christ for mercy fly ; 
O, turn, repent, and trust in him, 
And you shall never die. 

8 Great God, in whom we live, 

Prepare us for tliat day ; 
Help us in Jesus to believe. 
To watch, and vrait, and pray. 

Dr. Doddridge.] 308. S. M. 

77ie Jinal sentence and misery of the wicked* 

Matt. xxiv. 41. 

AND will the Judge descend ? 
And must the dead arise? 
And not a single soul escape > 

His all-discerning eyes ? 

9 And from his righteous lips, 

Shall this dread sentence sound, 
And through the numerous guilty throng 
Spread black despair around? 

3 * Depart from me accurs'd. 

To everlasting flame. 
For rebel angels first prepar'd. 
Where mercy never came.* 

4 How will my heart endure 

Tlie terrors of tliat day, 



228 JUDGMENT. 

When earth and heaven, before his fac^ 
Astonish'd, shrink away ? 

5 But, ere that trumpet shakes 

The mansions of the dead, 
Hark! from the Gospel's cheering sound. 
What joyful tidings spread I 

6 Ye sinners, seek his grace, 

Whose wrath ye cannot bear : 
Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
And find salvation there. 

7 So shall that curse remove, 

By which the Saviour bled, 
And the last awfijl day shall pour 
His blessings on your head. 

President Davies.] 309. L. M. 

Sinners and Saints, and the icreck of NaturOk 
Isa. xxiv. 18—20. 

HOW greats how terrible that God, 
Who shakes creation with a nod I 

He frowns — earth, sea, all Nature's frames 

Sink in one universal flame. 
a Where now, O I where shall sinners seek 

For shelter in the general wreck ? 

Shall falling rocks be o'er them thrown ? 

See rocks, like snow, dissolving down I 
S In vain for mercy now they cry ; 

In lakes of liquid fire they lie ; 

There, on the flaming billows tossM, 

For ever, O I for ever lost. 

4 But saints, undaunted and serene. 
Your eyes shall view the dreadful scene ; 
Your Sa\dour lives, the world expire, 
And earth and skies dissolve in fire. 

5 Jesus, the helpless creature's friend. 
To thee my all I dare commend , 



JUDGMENT. 229 

Thou canst preserve my feeble soul, 
When lightnings blaze from pole to pokw 



Dju Watts' Lyric Poems.] 310. L. M. 
Come, Lord Jesus. 

WHEN" shall thy lovely face be seen? 
When shall our eyes behold our God 7 
What lengths of distance lie between, 
And hills of guilt, a heavy load 1 

3 Our months are ages of delay, 

And slowly every minute wears ; 
Fly, winged time, and roll away 

These tedious rounds of sluggish yeara. 
d Ye heavenly sratcs, loose all your chains ; 

Let the eternal pillars bow ; 
Blest Saviour, cleave the starry plains, 

Ajid make the crystal mountains floTSfc 

4 Hark, how thy saints unite their cries. 

And pray, and wait the general doom ; 
Come, Thou, the soul of all our joys, 
Thou, the Desire of Nations, come. 

5 Put thy bright robes of triumph on, 

And bless our eyes, and bless our ears» 
Thou absent Love, thou dear Unknown, 
The fairest of ten thousand fairs. 



Hart.] 311. CM. 

^ INNER, that slumb'rest on the brinl 
*^ Of hell's devouring lake, 
O, think on death, on judgment think. 
What mean'st thou, sleeper? Wake J 

Soon shall the Lord himself descend. 
The clouds before him driven ; 



830 JUDGMENT. 

A sudden shout the earth shall rend, 
And shake the powers of heaven, 

3 Myriads of angels bright shall wait, 

His orders to obey ; 
And ransom'd saints triumphant meet. 
As bright and blest as they. 

4 The King shall send his summons forth, 

His messengers shall speed, 
From east and west, from south and north. 
To cite the quick and dead. 

5 But, ah ! what pale, what ghastly looks 

When guilty wretches come. 
To hear from God's imerring books. 
Their just, though dreadful doom I 

6 Convinc'd of every wanton word, 

Of every daring sin, 
Of speeches hard against the Lord, 
And thoughts and acts uncleau 

7 Save us, O Jesus ! by thy death, 

And cleanse us in thy blood ; 
Give us to live and die in faith, 
And wait the trump of God. 



Dr. Watts.] 312. CM. 

27ie everlasting absence of Gody intolerahlek 

THAT awful day will surely como, 
Th' appointed hour makes haste, 
When I must stand before my Judge, 
And pass the solemn test. 
2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys. 
Thou Sovereign of my heart, 
How could I bear to hear thy voice 
Pronounce the sound, * Depart ?* 
8 [The thmider of that dismal word. 
Would so torment my ear, 



JUDGMENT 231 

Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord^ 
With most tormenting fear.] 

4 What! to be banish'd for my life, 

And yet forbid to die ? 

To linger in eternal pain. 

Yet death for ever fly ! 

5 O I wretched state of deep despair, 

To see my God remove, 
And fix my doleful station where 
I must not taste his love. 

6 Jesus ! I throw my arms around, 

And hang upon thy breast ; 
Without a gracious smile fi-om thee, 
My spirit cannot rest. 

7 I tell me tliat my worthless name 

Is graven on thy hands ; 
Show me some promise in thy book, 
^\^lere my salvation stands. 

8 Give me one kind assuring word, 

To sink my fears again ; 
And cheerfully my soul shall wait. 
Her threescore years and ten. 



Dr. S. Stexnett.] 313. C. M. 
The last Judgment. 

HE comes I he comes ! to judge the worWi 
Aloud the archangel cries ; 
While thunders roll from pole to pole ; 

And lightning cleaves the skies. 
Th' affrighted nations hear the sound. 

And upwards lifl their eyes; 
The slmnb^ring tenants of the groun(H 

In living armies rise. 
Amid the shouts of numerous friend^ 

Of hosts divinely bright, 



S32 JUDGMENT. 

The judge in solemn pomp descends, 
Array 'd in robes of light. 

4 His head and hair are white as snow; 

His eyes a fiery flame ; 
A radiant crown adorns his brow, 
And Jesus is his name. 

5 Writ on his thigh bis name appears. 

And scars his vict'rios tell ; 
Lo ! in his hand the Conqu'ror bears 
The keys of death and hell. 

6 So he ascends the judgment-seat, 

And at his dread command, 
Myriads of creatures round his feet 
In solemn silence stand. 

7 Princes and peasants here expect 

Their last, their righteous doom ; 
The men who dar'd liis grace reject. 
And they who dar'd presume. 

8 * Depart, ye sons of vice and sin,' 

The injur'd Jesus cries; 
* While the long, kindling wrath within. 
Flashes from both his eyes. 

9 And now, with words divinely sweet, 

W^ith rapture in his face, 
Aloud his sacred lips repeat 

The sentence of his grace : 
10 *Well done, my good and faithfiil sons, 

The children of my love ; 
Receive the sceptres, crowns and throneg 

Prepar'd for you above.' 

Dr. Watts. 314. C. M. 
The last judgment ; or, the Saints rewarded, 

THE Lord, the Judge, before his throaei 
Bids the whole earth draw nigh; 
The nations near the rising sun, 
And near the western sky. 



JUDGMENT. 233 

^ No more shall bold blasphemers say, 
^Judgrnent shall ne'er begin;* 
No more abuse Iiis long" delay, 
To impudence and sin. 
8 Thron'd on a cloud, our God shall come; 
Bright flames prepare his way ; 
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, 
Lead on the dreadful day. 

4 Heaven from above his call shall hear. 

Attending angels come ; 
And earth and hell shall know and fear. 
His justice and their doom. 

5 * But gather eJl my saints,' he cries. 

That made their peace with God, 
By the Redeemer's sacrifice. 
And seal'd it with his blood. 

6 Their faith and works, brought forth to light, 

Shall make the world confess. 
My sentence of reward is right. 
And heaven adore my grace. 



SPIRITU.VL SOXGS, 

RRANGED ALPHABETICALLY 



1. 

The Prodigal Son. 
A FFLICTIONS, though they seem severo, 
-^^ Arc oft in mercy sent, 
They stop the prodigal's career, 

And cause him to repent. 
Although he no relenting felt, 

Till he had spent his store, 
His stubborn heart began to melt. 

When famine pinch'd him sore. 
*What have I gain'd by sin,' he said, 

* But hunger, shame and fear ? 

My father's house abounds with breads 

While I am starving here. 
I'll go and tell him all I've done, 

Fall down before his face ; 
Unworthy to be call'd a son, 

I'll seek a servant's place.' 
His father saw him coming back ; 

He saw, and ran, and smil'd. 
And threw his arms around the neck 

Of his rebellious child. 
* Father, I've sinn'd ; but O ! forgive'— 

* Enough,' the father said ; 
•Rejoice, my house, my son's alive. 

For whom I mourn'd as dead. 
Now let the fatted calf be slain. 

And spread the news around ; 
My son was dead, but lives again, 
Was lost, but now is found.' 



285 Si:\RlTllAL SONGS. 

Tis thus the Lord his love reveals, 
To call poor sinners home; 

More than a father's love he feels. 
And welcomes all that come. 



Come, then, poor sinners, come away, 

We call you all around; 
*Tis the accepted, promis'd day, 

When gospel grace abounds. 
Come, mourning souls, to Jesus come, 

Whose blood for you atonM ; 
His heart, his hands, and church, have row 

We therefore bid you come. 



AH, lovely appearance of death I r 

What sight upon earth is so fair ? 
Not all the gay pageants that breathe. 

Can with a dead body compare. 
With solemn delight I survey 

The corpse when the spirit is fled; 
In love with the beautiful clay, * 

And longing to lie in its stead. i 

a How blest is our brother, berefl I 

Of all that could burden his mind I t 
How easy the soul, that has left 

This wearisome body behind I 
Of evil incapable, thou 

Whose relics with envy I see. 
No longer in misery now, 

No longer a sinner like me. 
8 This earth is affected no more 

With sickness, or shaken with pain 
The war in the members is o'er, 

And never shall vex him again; 
No anger, henceforward, or shame, 

ShaH redden this innocent clay; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 237 

Extinct is the animal flame, 

And passion is vanish'd away. 
This languishing head is at rest. 

Its tliinking and aching are o*er; 
This quiet immovable breast 

Is heav'd by affliction no more. 
This heart is no longer tlie seat 

Of trouble and torturing pain ; 
It ceases to flutter and beat ; 

It never shall flutter again. 
The lids he so seldom could close, 

By sorrow forbidden to sleep, 
Seal'd up in eternal repose. 

Have strangely forgotten to weep* 
The fountains can yield no supplies; 

Those hollows from water are free ; 
The tears arc all wiped from his eye^ 

And evil they never shall see. 
To mourn and to suffer is mine, 

While bound in a prison I breathe! 
And still for deliverance pine, 

And press to tlie issue of death. 
What now with my tears I bedew, 

O, might I this moment become { 
My spirit created anew, 

My flesh be confm'd to the tomlk 



Biggs' Collection.] 3. 
The curious observer, 

ALL you that profess to be going to glory, 
Be patient a wliile, and to you I'll relate 
Ofl times I have trod in the paths of tran*. 
gressors ; 
I hope you rVon't share in my unhappy fiite, 
But still my desires towards God are a. 

flowing ; 
{k>metimes my soul his lore ia enjoy ii^^ 



38 SPIRITUAL SOINGS. 

The highway to heaven I aim to be goiiJ 
To follow the Lamb to his glory above 

2 But, pray let me tell you, I feel most unhapjf 

Under sad division that's lately arose ; 

Listead of the w^atchmen being helpmate 

together, 

The one, the other endeavours to oppos5 

The Scripture exliorts us to love one anothe 

And he that loves Jesus, will sm-e love hi 

brotlier ; I 

The Christian that lives in his duty, vA 

never J: 

Despise a weak brother that travels ttj 

way. I 

3 Here's one, he gets perfect, and he can 0' 

from it ; 
The other, he meets with in-dwelling si 
One preaches and holds to believers, baptisii 
The other denies it, and so they begin 
I thmk. that in stewardship men ought 
be faithful. 
And no gospel righteousness should t] 
pear hateflil ; 
And they who follow Jesus, must follow hi 

careful, 
Or never expect to enjoy him above. 

4 Here's one persevering, the other is perieci 

The one he goes on, the other he stands 

For he who 's got perfect, he can get : 

farther, 

Ajid his Christian warfare is all at an er 

But Paul, he exhorts us always to be runnin 

For he who is standing, is always bac 

turning. 

Come on, brother trav'lers, and eye t 
high calling. 
And press for the glories of eternity^ 



SPIRITUAL SONG& 23D 

h And if you expect to arrive at perfection, 
I pray you go on, that tho prize you 
may win ; 
And let not tlie enemy fill you with notions, 
That you have got perfect before you 
begin. 
Some say John the Baptist was no gospel 

preacher ; 
But surely St. Paul was an honest old teacher ; 
And he that climbs over the wall is a traitor, 
And ne'er shall be own'd as a sheep in 
the fold. 

6 The herald for Jesus, sure, was John the 

Baptist ; 

Glad tidings he brought to a perishing world ; 

He points fortli tlie Saviour, to save the be- 
liever ; 
The light springs from darkness, the Go9- 
pel's unfurl'd. 

But some to destroy tlie weight of this 
preacher 

Do sneeringly say he was a Jewish teacher ; 

Then Isaac, and Jacob, and Joseph, and Jesus, 
May all be condemn'd to die tlie same w^ay. 

7 If God is all-knowing, then what is he doing ? 

Why does he make choice of one who's 
so gay, 
To marry a stranger to the blessed Redeemer, 

For him to divorce her for ever away? 
Or is power lacking, to keep his possession ? 
Then Satan may glory and triumph for joy. 
If sinners not saved, saints may be bereav'd 
Then where 's the advantage of knowing 
tlie Lord ? 

8 I pray you, don't think tliat I speak as a 

bcaster, 
Nor yet as a scoffer, your zeal to reprovD" 



MO SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

I only desire to give God the glory, 

And credit religion that comes from abo*^ 
The way of hmnility leads to the Saviour, 
And they that walk in it, will sure find hin 

favour ; 
The Scriptures your guide, press on, and 
don't waver, 
The angels shall meet you on Jordaa^« 
cold stream. 



ALMIGHTY love inspire 
My heart with sacred firc^ 
And animate desire, 

My soul to renew ; 
I love the blessed Jesua, 
On whom each angel gazes. 
And sympathy increases 

Above the ethereal blue. 
Thou tender-hearted Jesus, 
Thy love my soul amazes, 
Who came for to save us. 

When lost and undone. 
No seraph could retrieve UA. 
No angel could redeem us. 
No arm could relieve us, 

But Jesus alone. 
Come, tliou, the sinners' friend 
My simple prayer attend, 
And save me to the end, 

From the evil to come ; 
Afford me the favour, 
That issues from the Saviour, 
And O I forsake me never, 

Until I get home. 
In him I have believed, 
He hath my soul receive*^ 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 241 

From sin he hath redeemed 

My soul, which was dead ; 
And now I love my Saviour, 
For I am in liis favour, 
And I hope witli him for ever 

The golden streets to trca<L 
Yet here awhile I stay. 
In hope of that glad day, 
When I am call'd away, 

To mansions above ; 
There to enjoy the pleasures 
Of miconsuming treasures. 
And shout in highest measures, 

Hallelujahs of love. 



Dr. Watts* Sermons.] 5« C. M. 

Holy fortitude. 1 Cor. xvi. 13. 

AM I a soldier of the cross, 
A follower of the Lamb; 
And shall I fear to own his cause. 
Or blush to speak his name ? 
M Must I be carried to the skies 
On flowery beds of ease, 
While others fought to win the pnze. 
And sailed through bloody seas ? 
6 Are there no foes for me to face 7 
Must I not stem the flood ? 
Is this vile A\orld a friend to grace. 
To help me on to God ? 

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 

Increase my courage. Lord ! 
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain. 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, 

Skall conquer, though they die; 



242 SPIRITUAL SONGS, 

They see the triumph from afar, 
And seize it with their eye. 
6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 
And all thy armies shine, 
In robes of victory, through the skies, 
The glory shall be thine. 



6. CM. 

Parental suhjnission on the loss of a child 

AND is thy lovely shadow fled ? 
Yet stop those fruitless tears ; 
He from a thousand pangs is freed, 
Y3U from ten thousand fears. 

2 Though lost, he 's lost to earth alone ; 

Above he will be found 
Amidst tlie stars, and near the throne. 
Which babes like him surround. 

3 Look upward, and your child you'll see 

Fix'd in his ble-st abode ; 
What parent would not childless be 
To give a child to God ? 



A ND let this feeble body fail, 
■^^ And let it faint or die; 
My soul shall quit this mournful vale, 

And soar to worlds on high; 
Shall join the disembodied saints. 

And find its long-sought rest, 
That only bliss for which it pants. 

In the Redeemer's breast. 
2 In hope of that immortal crown, 

I now the cross sustain, 
And gladly wander up and down, 

And smile at toil and pain : 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 343 

I suffer on my tlireescore years, 

Till my deliv'rer come. 
And wipe away liis servant's tears. 

And take Jiis exile home. 

3 O, what has Jesus done for me ? 

Before my ravisliM eyes. 
Rivers of life divine I see, 

And trees of paradise ; 
I see a world of spirits bright. 

Who taste the pleasures there ; 
They all are rob'd in spotless white. 

And conq'ring palms tliey bear. 

4 O, W'hat are all my suff'rings here, 

If, Lord, thou count me meet 
With that enra})tur'd host t' appear, 

And worship at thy feet ? 
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain ; 

Take life or friends awmy ; 
But let me fmd them all again 

In that eternal day. 



8. 6, 8. 

ARISE my soul, arise. 
Shake off thy guilty fears. 
The bleeding sacrifice 

In my behalf appears ; 
Before the tlirone my surety stands^ 
My name is written on his hands. 

2 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 

Received on Calvary ; 
They pour effectual prayers. 

They strongly plead for me : 
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry 
Nor let that ransom'd sinner die% 

3 'The father hears him pray 

His dear anointed one, 



244 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

He cannot turn away 

The presence of his son, 
His Spirit ajiswers to the blood, 
And tells me I am bom of Go<L 

4 My God is reconcil'd, 

His pard'ning- voice I hear ; 
He owns me for a child, 

I can no longer fear ; 
With confidence I now draw nigh. 
And Father, Abba Father, cry. 



Dr. S. Stenxett.] 9. C. M. 

The converted Thief. Luke ixiii. 42. 

A S on the cross the Saviour hung, 
-^ And wept, and bled, and died. 
He pour'd salvation on a wretch, 
That languish'd at his side. 

2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame, 

The penitent confess'd ; 
Then turn'd his dying eves to Christ, 
And thus his praj'r addressM : 

3 ' Jesus, thou Son and Heir of heaven. 

Thou spotless Lamb of God, 
I see thee bath'd in sweat and tears ; 
And welt'ring in thy blood ; 

4 * Yet quickly from these scenes of woe, 

In triumph thou shalt rise. 
Burst through tlie gloomy shades of death, 
And shine above the skies. 

5 *Amid the glories of that world, 

Dear Saviour, tJiink on me ; 
And in the victories of thy death. 
Let me a sharer be.' 



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6 His prayer tlie dying Jesus hears, 
Ajid instantly replies, 
* To-day thy parting soul shall be 
With me in Paradise.' 



10. 8,8,6. 

AWAKED by Sinai's awfnl sound, 
My soul in guilt and thrall I found, 
And knew not where to go ; 
O'erwhelmM in sin, with anguish slain, 
' The sinner must be born again,' 
Or sink in endless woe. 
S A naz'd I stood, but could not tell 
Which way to shun the gates of hell ; 

For death and hell drew near ; 
I strove indeed, but strove in vain 

* The sinner must be born again,' 

Still sounded in my ear. 
S When to the law I trembling fled, 
It pour'd its curses on my head ; 

I no relief could find. 
Thia fearful truth increased my pain; 
*The sinner must be born again,' 

O'erwhelm'd my tortur'd mind, 

4 Again did Sinai's thunder roll. 
And guilt lay heavy on my soul, 

A vast, unwieldy load ; 
Alas I I read, and saw it plain, 
' The sinner must be born again,' 

Or drink the wrath of God. 

5 The saints I heard with rapture tell, 
How Jesus conquer'd death and hell, 

And broke the fowler's snare ; 
Yet when I found tiiis truth remain, 

* The sinner must be born again,' 

I sink in deep despair. 



246 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

6 But while I thus in ang-uish lay, 
Jesus of Naz'reth pass'd that way, 

And felt his pity move ; 
The sinner hy his justice slain, 
Now by his grace ' is born again,* 

And sings redeeming love. 

7 To heaven tlie joyful tidings flew ; 
The angels tuned their harps anew, 

And lofty notes did raise ; 
All hail, the Lamb that once was slain, 
UnnumberM millions ' born again,* 

Shall shout thine endless praise. 



BiGQs' Collection.] 11, 
4 WAY, my doubts, begone, my fears, 
-^^ The wonders of the Lord appears ; 
The wonders that my Saviour wrought, 
O how delightful is the thought ! 
The wonders of redeembig love. 
When first my heart was drawn above, 
When first I saw my Saviour's face. 
And triumph'd in redeeming grace. 

2 Pursue, my thoughts, the pleasing theme ; 
'Twas not a fancy, nor a dream; 
*Twas grace descending from the skies, 
And shah be marvUous in my eyes. 
Long had I mourn'd, like one forgot; 
Long had my soul for comfort sought ; 
Jesus was witness to my tears, 

And Jesus sweetly calm'd my fears. 

3 He cleans'd my soul, he chnng'd my dress, 
And cloth'd me with his righteousness ; 
He spake at once my sins forgiven. 

And I rejoiced, as if in heaven. 

How was I struck with sweet surprise. 

While glory shone before mine eyes I 



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How did I sin;r, from day to day, 
And wisli'd to sing- my soul away I 

4 The world, with all its pomp, withdrew, 
*Twas less than nothing- in my view ; 
Redeeming- love was all my theme, 
And life apjx'ar'd an idle dream. 

I gloried in my Saviour's grace ; 
I sang- my great Redeemer's praise; 
My soul tlien long'd to soar away. 
And leave her tenement of clay. 

5 The powers of hell in vain combine, 
To tejnpt or interrupt my mind ; 

I saw, and sang in joyful strains, 
The monster, Satan, bomid in chains. 
Tlicse are the wonders I record, 
The marv'lous goodness of the Lord ; 
O, for a tongue to speak his praise I 
To tell the triumplis of his grace ! 



1-2. L. M. 

Trust and confidence. Hab. iii. 17, 18. 
A VV'AY, my unbelieving fear I 
-^*- Let fear in me no more take place: 
My Saviour doth not yet ap})ear, 

He hides the brightness of his face ; 
But shall I therefore let him go. 

And basely to the tempter yield ? 
No ; in the strength of Jesus, no I 

I never will give up my shield. 
3 Although tJie vine its fruit deny; 

Although the olive yield no oil ; 
The with'ring fig-tree droop and die ; 

The field elude the tiller's toil ; 
The empty stall no herd afford. 

And perish all the bleating race ; 
Yet will I triumph in the Lord, 

The God of my salvation oraise. 



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SPIRITUAL SONGS. 



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3 Away, each unbelieving" fear I 

Let fear to cheering- hope give place.' 
My Saviour will at length appear, 

And show the brightness of his face. 
Thoug-h now my prospects all be cross'd 

My blooming hopes cut oflf I see, 
Still will I in my Jesus trust, 

Whose boundless love can reach to me 

4 In hope, believing against hope. 

His promis'd mercy will I claim. 
His gracious word shall bear me up, 

To seek salvation in his name. 
Soon, my dear Saviour, bring it nigh ; 

My soul shall tlien outstrip the wind, 
On wings of love mount up on high, 

And leave the world and sin behind. 



13. C. M. 

BACKSLIDERS, who your miseries feel. 
Attend your Saviour's call : 
Return, he'll your backslidings heal; 
O crown him Lord of All. 

2 Though crimson sin increase your guilt. 

And painful is your thrall ; 
For broken hearts his blood was spilt; 
O crown him Lord of All. 

3 Take with your words, approach his throne^ 

And low before him fall ; 
He understands the spirit's groan; 
O crown him Lord of All. 

4 Whoever comes, he'll not cast out. 

Although your faith be small; 
His faithfulness you cannot doubt; 
O crown him Lord of All. 



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Newton.] 14. 10,10,11,11. 
/ will trust and not be afraid. Isa. xii, 2. 

BEGONE, unbelief, my Saviour is near, 
And for my relief will surely appear ; 
By prayer let me wrestle and he will per- 
form ; 
With Christ in the vessel, I smile at Uie 
storm. 

2 Though dark be my way, since he is my guide 
*Tis mine to obey, 'tis his to provide : 
Though systems be broken, and creatures 

all fail, 
The word he has spoken shall surely prevail. 

3 His love in times past forbids me to think 
He'll leave me at last in trouble to sink ; 
Each sweet Ebenezer I have in review 
Confirms his good pleasure to help me quite 

through. 

4 Determin'd to save, he watch'd o'er my path, 
When, Satan's blind slave, I sported with 

death ; 
And can he have taught me to trust in hia 

name, 
And thus far have brought me to put me 

to shame ? 

5 Why should I complain of want or distress. 
Temptation or pain ? he told me no less ; 
The heirs of salvation, I know from his word. 
Through much tribulation must follow the 

Lord. 

6 How bitter that cup, no heart can conceive, 
Which he drank quite up tliat sinners might 

live ! 
His way was much rougher and darker than 

mine ; 
Bid Jesus thus suffer ? and shall I repine 7 



250 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

7 Since all that I meet shall work for mf 

good, 
The bitter is sweet, the medicine food ; 
Though pamful at present, 'twill cease be* 

fore long, 
And then, O, how pleasant the conqueror's 

song. 



15, L. M. 

BEHOLD the love, the grace of God, 
Display'd in Jesus' precious blood ! 
My soul's on fire, it pants to prove 
The fullness of redeeming love. 

2 Our God is love ; leap, O my soul ! 
Let loud hosannas gently roll; 
Love gave his son to save our race, 
And Jesus died, O sovereign grace I 

3 What love has done, O ! sing around ; 
Angels, proclaim the eternal sound; 
Lord Jesus bleeding on the tree — 
There, there, tne Love of God I see. 

4 O look, and gaze ! my rebel heart 
Feels its own hardness to depart; 
Repentance now begins to roll. 

And love in streams runs through my sou! , 

5 The cross I view, O wondrous love ! 
My fears expire, my guilt remove, 
My native enmity is slain ; 

I'm reconcil'd and born again. 

6 By faith in Jesus' bloody cross, 
The devil's kingdom suffers loss; 
Crowds on their way from sin to God, 
Have overcome through Jesus' blood. 

7 O, that the world would turn their eyei^ 
And view the bleeding sacrifice; 



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Th* almighty love tlial 's there display'd. 
Would bruise and crush the serpent's head. 

8 O, ho\T I long- to see that hour, 

When sin and death shall lose their power ; 
When all the world, both £^reat and small^ 
Shall own him sovereign lord of all, 

9 Thou bleeding Lamb, thou mighty God, 
O, spread thy conquest far abroad ; 
Thy kingdom come, thou great I AM, 
Let every knee bow to thy name. 

10 Shout, Christians, shout, the Lord has come; 
Prepare, prepare, to make him room; 
On earth he reigns, we feel him near, 
The signs of glory now appear. 



Fawcett.] 16. li. M. 

Tke Lamb of God. John i. 29. 

TTJEHOLD the sin-atoning Lamb, 
■'-^ With wonder, gratitude and lo>'e ; 
To take away our guilt and shame, 

See him descending from above. 
Our sins and griefs on him were laid ; 

He meekly bore tJie mighty load; 
Our ransom price he fully paid 

In groans, and tears, and sw^eat, and bloo<L 
To save a guilty world he dies ; 

Sinners, behold the bleeding Lamb; 
To him lift up your longing eyes, 

And hope for mercy in his name. 
Pardon and peace through him abound; 

He can the richest blessings give ; 
Salvation in his name is found, 

He bids tlie dying sinner live. 



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SPIRITUAL SONGS. 



5 Jesus, my Lord, I look to thee; 

Where else can helpless sinners go ? 
Thy boundless love shall set me free 
From all my wretchedness and wo©. 



17. 6, 6, 6, 6, 8, 8. 

The Jubilee. 

ir>LOW ye the trumpet, blow 
-■-^ The gladly solemn sound ! 
Let all the nations know. 

To earth's remotest bound. 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return^ ye ransom'd sinners, home. 

2 Exalt the Lamb of God, 

The sin-atoning Lamb ; 
Redemption by his blood 

Through all the world proclaim. 
The year, &c. 

3 [Ye, who have sold for naught 

The heritage above. 
Shall have it back unbought, 

The gift of Jesus' love. 
The year, &c.] 

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 

Your liberty receive : 
And safe in Jesus dwell, 

And blest in Jesus live. 
The year, <Silc. 

5 The gospel-trumpet hear, 

The news of pard'ning grace ; 
Ye happy souls, draw near, 

Behold your Saviour's face. 
The year, &c 



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6 Jesu?, our g^rcat Iligfh Priest, 
Has full atonement made ; 
Ye weary spirits, rest ; 

Ye mournful souls, be glad 1 
The year, &,c. 



18, CM. 

BRETHREN, farewell, I do you tell. 
Since you and I must part ; 
I go away and liere you stay ; 
But still we join in heart. 

2 Your love to me has run most free, 

Your conversation sweet; 
How can I bear to journey where 
With you I cannot meet. 

3 Yet I do find my heart mclin'd 

To do my work below ; 
When Christ doth call, I trust I shall 
Be ready for to go. 

4 I leave you all, both great and small, 

In Christ's encircling arms ; 
Who can you save, from death and grare. 
And shield you from all harms. 

5 I trust you'll pray, both ni^ht and day, 

(And keep your garments white,) 
For you and me, that we may be 
The children of the light. 

6 If you die first, amen, you must ; 

The will of God be done; 
I hope the Lord will you reward, 
With an immortal crown. 
^ If I'm call'd home, while I am g'one, 
Indulge no tears for me ; 
hope to smg and praise my King, 
Through ail eternity. 



2bi SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

8 Millions of years over the spheres 

Shall pass in sweet repose, 
While beauties bright unto my sight 
Their sacred sweets disclose. 

9 I long to go, then farewell woe, 
ll I My soul will be at rest ; 

No more shall I complain or sigh. 
But taste the heavenly feast. 



19. 7s. 

"ORETHREN, we have met again, 
-■-^ Let us join to pray and sing ; 
Joseph lives and Jesus reigns, 
Praise him in the highest strains. 

2 Many days and weeks are past, 
Since we met before, the last; 
Yet our lives do still remain. 
Here on earth we meet again. 

3 Many of our friends are gone 
To their' long eternal home; 
They have left us here below; 
Soon we after them shall go. 

4 Brethren, tell me how you do ; 
Does your love continue true ? 
Are you waiting for your King, 
When he shall return again ? 

5 If you wish to know of me, 
How I do, or what I be. 
Here I am, behold who will, 
Surely I'm imperfect still. 

6 Weak and helpless, blind and lame, 
All unholy, all unclean. 

Much as ever, all may see ; 
Yet the Lord remembers roe 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 255 

7 Gracious is the Lord, indeed, 
To my soul, in time of need ; r 
Surely lie hatli won my heart, V' 
May I choose him for my part. ^:, 

8 Jesus is our glorious King, 

May our hearts be tun'd to sing ; ^ 

Praise him, love him evermore, 
He is the God whom we adore. 



20. 7s. doubij:. 

BRETHREN, while we sojourn here, 
Fight we must, but should not fear, 
Foes we have, but we've a friend, 
One that loves us to the end. 
Forward then with courage go ; 
Long we shall not dwell below; 
Soon the joyful news will come, 

* Child, your Father calls — come home V 

2 In the way a thousand snares 
Lie to take us unawares; 
Satan, with malicious art, 
Watches each unguarded part; 
But from Satan's malice free 
Saints shall soon victorious be ; 
Soon the joyful news will come, 

* Child, your Father calls — come home f 

3 But of all the foes we meet, 
None so oft mislead our feet, 
None betray us into sin. 

Like the foes that dwell within ; 
But let nothing spoil your peace 
Christ will also conquer these; 
Then the joyful news will come, 
•Child, your Father calls — come homej 



256 SPIRITUAL SONGS, 

Jones.] 21. 8, 7. 
T^e antepast of heaven, 

BRIGHT scenes of glory strike my senod 
And all my passions capture ; 
Eternal beauties round me shine, 

Infusing warmest rapture ; 
I dive in pleasures deep and full, 

In swelling waves of glory, 

And feel my Saviour in my soul, 

And groan to tell my story. 

2 I feast on honey, milk and wine ; 

I drink perpetual sweetness ; 
Mount Zion's glories through me shine 

While Christ unfolds his greatness. 
No mortal tongue can show my joys, 

Nor can an angel tell them, 
Ten thousand times surpassing all 

Terrestrial worlds or emblems. 

3 My captivated spirits fly 

Through shining worlds of beauty 
Dissolv'd in blushes, loud I cry. 

In praises sweet and mighty : 
And here I'll sing and swell the stram 

Of harmony delighted. 
And with the millions, learn the Hote« 

Of saints in Christ united. 

4 The bliss that rolls tiirough those above 

Through those in glory seated. 
Which causes them loud songs to sing, 

Ten thousand times repeated. 
Darts through my soul with radiant beams. 

Constraining loudest praises, 
O'erwhelming all my powers with joy, 

While all within me blazes. 

5 When earth and seas shall be no more, 

And all their glory perish* 



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When sun and moon shall cease to shine, 
And stars at midnight languish ; 

Mj joys refinM shall brighter shine, 
Mount heaven's radiant glory, 

And tell, through one eternal day. 
Love's all-immortal story. 



22. 7,6. 

BURST, ye emerald gates, and brmg 
To my raptur'd vision 
All th' extatic joys that spring 

Round the bright elysium : 
Lo I we liil our longing eyes ; 
Break, ye intervening skies ; 
Son of righteousness, arise I 
Open the gates of paradise ! 

2 Floods of everlasting light 

Freely flash before him ; 
Myriads, with supreme delight, 

Instantly adore him ; 
Trumps angelic sound his fame ; 
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim 
All the music of his name ; 
Heaven shall echo with the theme. 

3 Four and twenty elders rise 

From their princely station, 
Skout his glorious victories. 

Sing the great salvation. 
Cast their crowns before his throne, 
Cry, in reverential tone, 
Glory be to God alone, 
Holy, Holy, Holy One ! 

4 Hark I the thrilling symphonies 

Seem, methinks, to seize us ; 
Join we too tlic holy lays, 
Jesus ! Jesus ! Jesus ! 



^58 ^IRITUAL SO?^GS. 

Sweetest sound in Seraph's song, 
Sweetest notes on mortal tongue, 

Sweetest carol ever siuig, 
Jesus I Jesus I — flows along. 



23, 7s. 

CHILDREN of the heavenly King 
As ye journey, sweetly sing ; 
Sing yoiu* Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 Ye are travelling home to God, 
In the way the fathers trod ; 
They are happy now, and ye 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

3 O, ye banisli'd seed, be glad, 
Christ our advocate is made ; 
Us to save our flesh assumes, 
Brother to our souls becomes. 

4 Shout, ye little flock and blest, 
You on Jesus' throne shall rest ; 
There your seat is now prepar'd. 
There your kingdom and reward. 

5 P'ear not, brethren, joyfiil stand 
On the borders of your land ; 
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, 
Bids you undismay'd go on. 

6 Lord I submissive make us go, 
Gladly leaving all below; 
Only thou our leader be, 
And we still will follow thee. 



24. L.M. 

/^OME, all ye saints and sinners, near, 
^^ Come, listen a while and you shall hear 
The wonders of Almighty Grace, 
^'ho set me free to sing his oraise. 



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2 One glorious Jesus, from the sky, 
He said to me, as Jie pass'd by, 

* Awake, arise, depart and fly. 
Go hence, or you will surely die.* 

3 Mine eyes he open'd to behold 
The wonders I have never told ; 
Heaven and hell I thought I saw, 
And my poor soul in ruin lay ! 

4 I heard of Jesus, many say, 
Could move a sinner's sins aw^ay ; 
Where to find him I did not know, 
Nor how to meet with him below. 

5 My flesh did war against my soul ; 
Temptations did me much control ; 
The weeping saints I could not slight, 
Who sought their Jesus day and night. 

6 The scandal of his cross I see ; 
That scandal it would fall on me ; 
But still I thought I did behold, 

I wanted Jesus more than gold. 

7 I laid me down to take my rest. 
Bemoaning of my dreadful case ; 

I thought I would for mercy wait. 
But then I fear'd I'd come too late. 

8 I little thought he'd been so nigh ; 
His speaking made me laugh and cry • 
He said, ' I'm come to thee my love, 
I have a place for you above.' 

9 This glorious news I did believe ; 
My sins and sorrows did me leave ; 
My soul enraptured in his love. 

In hopes to go with him above ; 
10 There for to sit, and sing, and tell 
The wonders of Immanuel ; 
Whilst we shall join in songs divine, 
To praise him all his saints comoinc. 



260 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

25. 

COME, all ye weary pilgrims, who Bae 
your need of Christ, 
Surrounded by temptations, and by the world 

despis'd. 
Attend to what I tell you, my exercise I'll 

show, 
And then you may inform me if it be so 
with you. 

2 Long time I livM in darkness, nor saw 

my dangerous state, 
And when I was awaken'd, I thought it 

was too late ; 
A lost and helpless sinner, myself I plainly 

saw. 
Exposed to God's displeasure, condemned by 

his law. 

3 I thought tlie brute creation were better 

olF than mc ; 
I spent my days in anguish, no pleasure 

could I see ; 
Thro' deep distress and sorrow my Saviour 

led me on, 
Reveal'd to me his love, when my hope 

were almost gone. 

4 When first I was deliver'd, I scarcely could 

believe 
That I, so vile a sinner, such favours should 

receive ; 
Although his solemn praises were flowing 

from my tongue. 
Yet fears were oft injected, that still ] 

might be wrong. 

5 But soon those fears were banish'd, an« 

tears began to flow. 
To think so vile a sinner should be bo 
loved so ! 



i 



SnRITUAL SONGS. 361 

I thought my trials over, and all my troubles 

gone ; 
Th&t joy, and peace, and pleasure, should 

be my lot alone. 

6 But now I find a warfare, which often 

brings me low. 
The world, the flesh, and Satan, they do 

beset me so, 
Can one, who is a Christian, have such a 

heart as mine? 
I fear I never felt the effects of love divine 

7 When I behold young converts, how swifl 

they travel on ; 
How shining their examples, their witness 

like the sun, 
How bold they speak for Jesus, how dear 

they love his name ; 
Though they are my delight, yet they filJ 

my soul with shame. 

8 I often find I am backward to do my Mas- 

ter's will, 
Or else I vrant the glory of what I do fulfil; 
In duty I am weak, and alas ! I often find 
A hard, deceitful heart, and a wretched 

wandering mind, 

9 Sure others do not feel what is often felt 

by me ; 
Such trials and temptations perhaps they 

never see ; 
For I'm the chief of sinners, I freely own 

with Paul, 
Or if I am a saint, I am the least of all. 
10 And new I have related what trials I have 

s<.en, 
Perhaps my brethren know what such sore 

temptations mean ; 



262 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

I^e told you of my conflicts, believe, my 

friend, 'tis true, 
And now you may inform me, if it be thua 
witli you. 




I 



26. 

COME, all you who ever have mere/ 
obtain'd, 
Tlie hopes of salvation and pardon regained ; 
Come, and join in an anthem, let praises 

resound. 
And tell all around you, what treasures 
you've found. 

9 When sin, like a mountain of guilt and of 

weight, 
My soul fill'd with horror, to view her sad 

state ; 
On the banks of destruction, bewailing my 

case, 
No hopes of obtaining the favours of grace : 

3 Alone in the valley I roll'd in despair. 
Where no mortal being my sorrows could 

hear ; 
Like a wretch in destruction, to horror con- 

sign'd. 
No hopes tliat I ever my Saviour could find : 

4 When deeply bewailing, quite lost and un- 

done, 
To think what a distance from God I had run, 
Whose mercy prcserv'd me, and kept me 

from hell, 
Behold, what a wender no mortal can tell I 

§ When crying for mercy, all prostrate in dust 
If damn'd, I must own that the sentence is 
just, 



SPIRITUAL SONGS 263 

Till a voice bids me hearken, my sorrows 

to cease, 
' Thy sins are forgiven ; arise, go in peace/ 

6 Like a captive dcliver'd from bondage and 

pain. 
Who long in a dungeon of darkness had lain ; 
Whilst the woods and the valleys with praises 

did ring. 
All glory to Jesus, my Priest and my King. 

7 Adieu to the world and its foolish delights ; 
No longer your pleasure my passion invites ; 
No, I'U follow my Jesus, who freedom can 

give ; 
I am bound for to praise liim as long as I 
live. 

8 When time rolls around, and eternity's near ; 
When Gabriel's loud voice like a trumpet 

you hear ; 
When the saints and the angels all join for 

to sing, 
Witii loud hallelujahs we'll make heaven ring. 



27. 

COME all ye jx^ople, of every nation. 
Come listen awhile and I'll relate 
The wonders of my sad condition. 
And how I travell'd from that state, 

2 I was born blind, to sin inclin'd. 

As all the race of Adam were ; 
FuU sLxteen years I was much delighted 
In civil mirth, and void of fear. 

3 One time, unthoughted, I went to meeting 

And heard a woman relating there, 
Her travel from her dreadful station. 
And how she came the Lord to fear. 



264 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

4 I saw while she was thus relating", 

The awful state that I was in; 
I saw my soul was unconverted, 
And always had been dead in sin* 

5 Then I began to think of praying, 

And trying for to seek the Lord ; 
But still my soul was much distressed 
Before I unto Jesus cried. 

6 Then I began to seek for pardon, 

And cry to God my soul to save, 
I left my ways of light diversion 
And then God's mercy I did crave. 

7 My sins began like pointed mountains, 

To stand against me every day ; 
My sins I often was recomiting, 
But all in vain my grief to allay. 
e One night, while thinking on the Saviour, 
And what he'd done for sinful man, 
I thought myself was out of favour, 
And ne'er his goodness should obtain. 
9 ]\Iount Sinai's thunder roar'd against me, 
Not only for my outward sin, 
But in my heart I saw a fountain. 
Which made my actions all unclean 

10 I saw myself justly condemn'd, 

Ajid thought my soul to hell must go ; 
But still I cried thy mercy extend, 

And make my soul thy goodness know 

11 While I was thus desiring a fountain. 

Those words witli power did run througi 
me; 
Well Christ remembers Calvary's mountain^ 
Nor lets his saints forgetful be. 

12 On then by faith I thought I Wcw*d him. 

As hanging on the accursed tree; 



SniUTUAL SONGS. 205 

Oh then my soul was much uplifted j 
I then believed he died for me. 
13 Come, Christians, join with me in praising 
The blessed Lamb of Calvary ; 

I hope to praise him while I'm living. 
And after death eternally. 



2S. 

COME, all ye mourning souls. 
Who rest in Jesus' love. 
Who set your whole affections 

On things that are above; 
Come let us join together. 

And hand in hand go on, 
Until we come to Canaan, 

Where we no more shall mourn 
% Behold how Satan rages. 

Temptations do abound. 
The strongest persecutions 

Beset us all around; 
Our friends they all forsaKe us. 

They count us base and mean. 
Because we love the name of 

The despised Nazarene. 

3 To all created comforts. 

We freely bid farewell; 
By faith we view the mansion 

Where we shall shortly dwell. 
Our Saviour he invites us, 

And reaches out a crown ; 
To guard and to protect us, 

The angels wait around. 

4 A few more days of sorrow. 

And Christ will call us home 
To walk the golden streets of 
The New Jerusalem. 
M 



286 SPIRITUAL SONGS.^ 

Until that glorious hour. 

Let 's patiently endure ; 
If we continue taitliful, 

We know tlie prize is sure. 
5 Adieu to old compKinions ; 

We disregard your frowns ; 
On all your sinful courses, 

W^ith pity we look round ; 
Fain would we take you with us; 

But if you won't comply, 
We leave you all to Jesus, 

And to his bosom fly. 



29. 7s. 

/^OME and taste, along with me, 
"-^ Consolation running free. 
From our Father's gracious throne, 
Sweeter than the honey-comb. 

2 Wherefore should I feast alone ? 
Mourning souls tliere yet is room; 
Converts ever coming will 
Make the banquet sweeter still 

8 Now I go to heaven's door 
Asking for a little more ; 
Jesus gives a double share; 
Still I am a gleaner there. 

4 My old nature doth its best 
To deprive my soul of rest ; 
But I've treasures coming in. 
Which are opposite to sin. 

5 Sinful nature, prone to vice. 
Cannot stop the force of grace 
While there is a God to give, 
And poor sinners to receive. 

6 Goodness, running like a stream 
Through the new Jerusalem, 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 2li7 

Doth, by constant breaking- forth. 
Sweeten earth and heaven both. 

7 Saints in glory sing aloud 
In tlie praises of their God ; 
We, who sing in faith below, 
Soon to glory too shall go. 

8 Heaven 's here, and heaven 's there^ 
Comforts flowing everywhere ; 
From our Father's gracious throne 
Through the merits of his Son. 

9 Now I go rejoicing home. 
From the banquet of perfume ; 
Finding manna on the road, 
Dropping from the mount of God. 



30. 



COME away to the skies. 
My beloved arise, 
And rejoice in the day thou wast bom; 

On this festival day, 

Come exulting away. 
And with singing to Zion return. 

We have laid up our love, 

And treasure above, 
Though our bodies continue below ; 

The redeem'd of the Lord, 

We remember his word, 
And with singing to Paradise go. 

For thy glory, we are 

Created to share, 
Both the nature and kingdom dirine; 

Created again. 

That our souls may remain, 
In time and etemitj, thine. 



268 SPIRITUAL SONG& 

4 With thanks wc approve 
The design of thy love, 

Which hath join'd ui in Jesus*! name ; 

So united in heart, 

That we never can part. 
Till we meet at the feast of the Lainlk 

5 There, there at his feet. 
We shall joyfully meet, 

And be parted in body no more ; 

We shall sing to our lyres. 

With the heavenly choirs. 
And our Saviour in glory adore. 

6 Hallelujah we sing, 

To our Father and King, 
And his rapturous praises repeat; 

To the Lamb that was slain, 

Hallelujah again ; 
Sing, all heaven, and fall at his feek 

7 In assurance I hope. 
We to Jesus look up, 

Till his banner, unfurVd in the air, 
From our graves we shall see, 
And cry out, * it is he,' 

And fly up to acknowledge him there. 



31. 

COME, brethren, and sisters, that \(ym\ 
my dear Lord, 
I pray give attention and ear to my word ; 
What a wonder of mercy I behold now, and 

see 

What a tender, kind Saviour has done fbr| 
poor me. 
8 I was led by the devil, till lost and distress 'd^ 
I thought that in torment I soon shookl Im 
cast ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 269 

No peace to the wicked, but all miierj, 
Till bjr faitli I aaw Jesus han^ bleeding 
for me. 
6 ' O sinners/ said Jesus, * for you I have died;* 
All glory to Jesus, my soul then replied ; 
The guilt was remov'd, my soul did rejoice. 
The blood was applied, the witnessing Toice^ 
4 On my bended knees, before God I did fall ( 
AH glory to Jesus, for he *■ all in all ! 
The heart of tliis rebel was bursted in twaii^ 
To see my dear Jesus on Calvary slain. 
6 There was peace now in hcaren, and peac« 
upon earth ; 
The angels rejoice at a poor sinner's birth : 
* Your sins are forgiven,* my Saviour did say, 
O, witness, kind heaven, on this my birth 
day. 
Q My soul, it was humbled, I foil to the ground ; 
Th« time of refreshing, at length I haTO 

found : 
O Lord, thou hast ravish*d my soul with 

thy charms; 
Let me die, like old Simeon, with Christ in 
my arms. 



3a. 12,8,12,8. 

COME, brethren and sisters, that lort 0O8 
another. 
And have done for years past and gone , 
How oft have we met in that sweet hearenly 
union, 
TTiat has opcn'd the way to God*s throne ! 
With joy and thanksgiving we'll praise him 
who lovM us. 
While we're on the bright ihiAing W%f ■ 



C:f?0 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Though we hef e part in body, wc*re bouno 
for one glory, 
And bound for each other to pray. 
2 Tliere 's Jesse and josepli, Elias and Mosc^v 
And Solomon, Stephen, and John, 
And Abraham j Isaac and Jacob and David, 

Who pray'd as they journe3'M along ; 
There's Simeon and Annaj 1 don't know 
how mahy, 
Who prayM, and God heard from his 
tlirone ; 
Some cast among lions, some bound Id 
rough irons ; 
Yet praises and glory they sung. 
8 And three of the Hebrews, most raliant and 
faithful. 
With courage went into the flame ; 
With praying and praising they enter'd the 
r-v furnace, I 

«t«. Who trusted in Jesus' name, I 

Ab Sampson was dying, he was heard of 
God crying. 
And Saul, when he fell by the way; 
See Gideon a marching ; — for truth I nm 
searching. 
So then to my God I will pray. 
4 Some tell us that praying, and also that 
praising, 
Is labour that 's all spent in vain ; . 
But we have the witness that God 's of such 
goodness. 
From praying we will not refrain. ' 
There 's old father Noah, and ten thousand f 
others. 

Can witness that God heard them pray ; 
There's Simeon and Hannah, Paul, Silai J 
and Peter, 
And Daniel and Jonah will say, 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 271 

5 That God, by his ppirit, and angels did visit 

Their souls, when to him they did pray ; 
While we go on praying, and they go OD 
praising, 
And glorify God on the way. 
God grant us t' inherit that same praying 
spirit, 
While we are here toiling below. 
And when we're done praying we shall not 
cease praising, 
But round God's bright throne we shall 
bow. 

6 And when we assemble, our Jesus resemble. 

And rise to enjoy him above. 
To. see God who lov'd us, his son who rc- 
deem'd us. 

And purified us with his blood. 
The spirits unite us and angels convey u« 

Away to the heavenly land ; 
And then solemn praises eternally raise. 

Glory be to God and tlie Lamb. 



33. 

COME children of heaven, and help os 
to sing 
Loud anthems and praises, to Jesus our 

King; 
His life, it was given, our souls to redeem, 
And bring us to heaven to dwell there with 
him, 
2 Not angels in glory, nor cherubs above. 
Can fathom tlie fountain of infinite love; 
Their wisdom can't search it, they cannot 

tell why 
.The. sovereign of angels for sinners thould 
die. 



«?2 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

3 In the regions of darkness, death, sorroWi 

and pains, 
We all Jay in ruin, in prison, and chains ; 
But Jesus has bought us with his preciou* 

blood, 
Tis a ransom provided to bring us to God. 

4 Why, then, should we wish to stay here 

below. 
When rivers of pleasure in Paradise flow, 
Eternally streaming in exquisite bliss. 
And still we are feeling our joy to increase 7 

5 Then come, my dear brethen, count aQ 

things but loss ; 
Your treasure's in heaven, don't shrink from 

the cross : 
Ye fav'rites of heaven, dear lambs of the fold, 
Tho' devils surround you, be faithful and 

bold. 

6 Consider the dangers that lie in your way. 
What snares and temptations in this evi] 

day; 
But this we must suffer, and patient endure. 
Till Jesus shall take us where dangers ore 

o'er. 

7 Then with him in glory we shortly BhaO 

reign, 
Deliver'd from sorrows, temptation and pain { 
To join with the angels and spirits divine. 
In Jesus' image eternally shine. 

8 These thoughts make me happy, his grice 

makes me sing, 
All glory to Jesus, my Savi«ur and KingI 
All glory, all glory to Jesus on high, 
All glory, all glory, let all the sdnts er % 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 273 

34. 

COME, friends and relations, let's join 
heart and hand, 
The voice of the turtle is hoard in our land ; 
Let 's all walk togetJier and follow the sound, 
And march to the place where redemption 
is found. 
8 Tlie place it is hidden, the place is concealM, 
The place it is hidden, until 'tis rcveal'd ; 
The place is in Jesus, to Jesus we'll go, 
And there find redemption from sorrow and 
woe. 
3 The place it is hidden, by reason of sin, 
Alas, you can't see the sad state you are in ; 
You're blinded, polluted, in prison and pain, 
O, how can such rebels redemption obtain I 
I And as you are wounded and bruised by the 
fall, 
* Arise and depart ye,' for you he doth call ; 
And if you are tempted to doubt or despair. 
Then come home to Jesus, redemption is 
there. 
And you my dear brethren, that love my 
dear Lord, 
Who've witness'd free pardon by faitli in his 

w^ord, 
Let patience attend you, wherever you be ; 
Your Saviour has purchas'd redemption for 
thee. 
6 And when tlie archangel the trumpet shall 
sound. 
And wake all the dead that sleep under the 

ground. 
The sound of that trumpet will bid yom 

arise. 
To meet your redemption with love and 
surprise. 

M2 



2T4 SPIRITUAL SONGa 

T O ! then loving Jesus our souls will rcccire» 
From bonds of corruption our bodies relieve. 
Then we shall be perfect, and we shall be 

free; 
We*ll sing of redemption wherever we be. 

8 Redeemed from sin, and redeemed from 

death, 
RedeemM from corruption, redeemM from 

the earth, 
RedeemM from damnation, redeem'd from 

all woe, 
We'll sing of redemption wherever we ga 

9 Redeemed from sin, and redeem'd from di^ 

distress. 
The fruits of redemption no tongue can 

express : 
Redemption be ascribed to Jesus's love ; 
We '11 sing of redemption in the heavens 

above. 



35. 

COME, Lord, and help us to rejoice, 
In hope that we shall hear thy voioe^ 
Shall one day see our God, 
Shall cease from all our painful strife. 
Handle and taste the Word of Life, 
And feel the sprinkled blood. 
2 Let us not always make our moan. 
Nor worship thee a God unknovv^n; 

But let us live to prove 
Thy people's rest, thy saints' delight. 
The lengtli, and breadth, and deptli, ataO 
height. 
Of thy redeeming love. 
, Rejoicing now in earnest hope. 
We stand, and from the mountain lop 
See all the land below : 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 37* 

RiTcrs of milk and honey rise, 
And all the fruits of Paradise 

In endless plenty grow. 
A land of corn, and wine, and oil, 
Favor'd with God's peculiar smile, 

With every blessing blest ; 
TTiere dwells the Lord, our rightcousncas, 
And keeps his own in perfect peaco 

And everlasting rest. 
O, wlien shall we at once go up. 
Nor this side Jordan longer stop. 

But the good land possess ? 
When shall we end our legal yezirs. 
Our sorrows, sins, and doubts, and fetin^ 

A howling wilderness ? 
O, dearest Joshua I bring us in : 
Display thy grace, forgive our sin. 

Our unbelief remove ; 
Tlie heavenly Canaan, Lord, divide. 
And O, with all the sanctified, 

Give us a lot above. 



Newton.] 36. Vs, 
Atk xehat I shall give thee. 1 Kingi lii. 5 

COME, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 

He himself has bid thee pray. 

Therefore will not say thee nay, 
Q Thou art coming to a King, 

Large petitions with thee bring ; 

For his grace and power are luch. 

None can ever ask tpo much. 
8 With my burden I begin ; ** 

Lord, remove this load of sin ; 

Let thy blood, for sinners npilt, 

Set my conscience free from gmiL 



276 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

4 Lord, I come to Ihee for rest. 
Take possession of my breast ; 

There thy blood-bought right maintain, 
And without a rival reign. 

5 As the image in the glass, 
Answers the beliolder's face ; 
Thus unto my heart appear, 
Print thine own resemblance there. 
While I am a pilgrim here. 

Let thy love my spirit cheer ; 
As my guide, my guard, my friend, 
Lead me to my journey's end. 
"^ Show me what I have to do. 
Every hour my strength renew ; 
Let me live a life of faith. 
Let me live thy people's death. 



37. CM. 

COME my dear friends, and mourn with 
me. 
In my afflicted state ; 
I am bereav'd, as you may sec, 
Of my dear loving mate. 
2 Her heart was bound with mine in loTOi 
Good works for to maintain ; 
But she is gone to Christ above, 
For ever there to reign. 
S Why do you mourn, (perhaps you'll sajj 
Since God hath thought it best 
To take her soul from earth away, 
To its eternal rest ? 
4 *Tis for my loss that I complain ; 
But I will mourn no more. 
Since my great loss is but her gain- 
She 's found the heavenly shore. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 277 

5 Mj loss is g^reat, to lose my mate ; 

I 'm like the lonesome dove ; 
I Ml go alone, and sigh, and mourn 
My dear, my absent love. 

6 My children cry, no mother by, 

To dandle on the knee ; 
Tlie brcacli is g^reat, it doth create 
Much grief, as all may see. 

7 But I do find my heart inclined 

To lean upon the Lord, 
Who doth me bless in my distressi 
And doth his help afford. 

8 His presence sure, makes me endure 

Severest trials now ; 
God sends the cross, a heavy loss. 
My stubborn will to bow. 

9 Since it is so, let sorrows go ; 

My God hath sent his rod ; 
He doth his will, I must be still, 
AiKi know that he is God. 



Hart.] 3§, 
A dialogue between a believer and his »<mL 

BKUEVER. 

COME, my soul, and let us try. 
For a little season. 
Every burden to lay by ; 

Come, and let us reason. 
What is this that casts thee down T 
Who are those that grieve thee 7 
Speak, and let tlie worst be known ; 
Speaking may relieve thee. 

SOUL. 

^ Oh! I sink beneath the load 
Of my naturc^s evil ; 



tBB SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Full of enmity towards God, 

CaptirM by the devil, 
Restlese as the troubled seas. 

Feeble, faint, and fearful, 
PlagfuM with ev'ry sore disease, 
. How can I be cheerful ? 

BELIEVER. 

3 Think on what thy Saviour bort 

In the gloomy garden, 
Sweating blood at ev'ry pore, 

To procure thy pardon. 
See him stretch'd upon the wood. 

Bleeding, grieving, crying, 
Suif 'ring all the wrath of God, 

Groaning, gasping, dying ! 

SOUL. 

4 This, by faith, I sometimes view. 

And those views relieve me ; 
But my sins return anew ; 

These are they that griev© met 
Oh ! I'm leprous, filthy, foul. 

Quite throughout infected ; 
Have not I, if any soul, 

Cause to be dejected? 

BELIEVER. 

5 Think how loud thy dying Lord 

Cried out, * It is finish'd !* 
Treasure up that sacred word 

Whole and undiminish'd : 
Doubt not he will carry on, 

To its full perfection. 
That good work he has begun ; 

Why, then, this dejection 7 

80UL. 

t Faith, when void of works, it 6/Md 
This the Scriptures witncis; 



spiHrruAL soNca 170 

And what works have I to plead, 

Who am all unfitness ? 
All my pow'rs are depravM, 

Blind, perverse, and filthy ; 
If fi-om death I'm fully sar'd. 

Why am I not healthy ? 

BELIEVER. 

7 Pore not on thyself too long. 

Lest it sink thee lower ; 
Look to Jesus, kind as strong", 

Mercy join'd with power, 
Ev'ry work that thou must do. 

Will thy gracious Saviour 
For thee work, and in thee too, 

Of his special favour. 



8 Jesus' precious blood once spilt, 

I depend on solely 
To release and clear my guilt; 
But I would be holy. 

BELIEVER. 

He that bought thee on the crosa, 

Can control thy nature, 
Fully purge away thy dross. 

Make thee a new creature, 

SOUL, 

9 That he can, 1 nothing doubt» 

Be it but his pleasure. 

BELIEVER. 

Though it be not done throughout 
May it not in measure ? 

SOUL. 

When that measure, far from greali 
Stili shall seem decreasing? 



1^ SPIRITUAL SONG& 

BELIEVER. 

Faint not then, but pray and wsit. 
Never, never ceasing. 

SOUL. 

10 What I when prajer meets no regard? 

BELIEVER. 

Still repeat it often. 

SOlfL. 

But I feel myself so hard. 

BELIEVER. 

Jesus will thee soften. 

SOUL. 

But my enemies make head. 

BELIEVER. 

Let them closer drive thee. 

SOUL. 

But I'm cold, I*m dark, I*m dead, 

BELIEVER. 

Jesus will revive thee. 



Vardeman.] 39. 

COME, now my dear brethren, and help 
me to sing-, 
The wonderful goodness of Jesus, our King ; 
We'll sing of his mercy, rejoice in his grace. 
In saving poor sinners of Adam's lost race 

2 In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred 

and ten. 
When darkness and folly reign'd much in 

our land, 
It pleas'd the good Shepherd to visit his fold. 
And cause his dear saints in his name to 

grow bold. 



SPIRITUAL SONCa 251 

9 With joy mixM with sorrow, O! then we 

did see 
Our neighbours and children a-bowing the 

knee, 
And pleading for mercy, to God and the 

Lamb, 
While saints were engaged in imploring the 

same. 

4 But Jesus, the Saviour, soon garc them to 

sec 
His tragical sufTrings for them on the tree, 
Which purchased their pardon, redeemM 

them from woe, 
That tliey, through his merits, to heaTen 

might go. 

5 With singing, to Zion they then did repair, 
With hearts full of joy, the good news to 

declare ; 
T^le saints were delighted to hear the glad 

sound, 
TTiat poor guilty sinners their Saviour had 

found. 

6 And being instructed in God*s holy word. 
They humbly now take up the cross of theif 

Lord ; 
And parents and children now join hand 

and heart. 
To serre God together — O I may we nc*ef 

part 

J Let us love one another as brethren, below. 
And when Jesus calls us, to heaven we'll go, 
And join the bright armies of saints round 

the throne. 
To praise the dear Saviour for all he had 

done. 



jjfUft SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

8 And now, O I dear sinnera, to you I 4o caH, 
With tears, pain^ and sorrow, I view your 

sad fall \ 
Your arms of rebellion lay down at his call. 
He'll pardon and bless you, and save yo« 

withal. 

9 And you, poor dear mourners, who see your 

lost state, 
With hearts almost broken, lament your sad 

fate ; 
Look up to the Saviour, and in him believe ; 
He is able and willing your souls to receive, 
10 O, tarry no longer, yourselves to prepare; 
Come guilty and filthy, come just as you are ; 
His blood it has virtue, your guilt to atone ; 
To the vilest of sinners, he says there is 

room* 



40. 

COME, now, my dear brethren, I bid yon 
farewell, 
I'm going to travel to preach the gospel; 
I'm going to travel the wilderness through. 
Therefore, my dear bretliren, I bid you 
adieu. 
8 To think of our parting doth cause me to 
grieve. 
So well I do love you, yet you I must 

leave ; 
My Jesus commands me, and I must obey. 
Therefore my dear brethren, don't grievo 
ailer me. 

' 8^ May heaven protect you, be Jesus your 
^ guide ; 

■•** In the wav of our Zion, may you all abide ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 283 

Though we live at & distance, and you I 

ne'er see, 
On the banks of sweet Canaan acquainted 

we'll be. 

4 Tliere all tliing-s are plenty, the Icarc* 

growing" green, 
And tiie parting of Christians no more will 

be seen ; 
No troubles nor trials shall enter that plaCe, 
But there we shall join in a song of free 

grace. 

5 Farewell to all sorrow, temptation and pair>, 
I'm going where Jesus for ever doth reign ; 
I'm going to Jesus, 'tis him I adore, 
With saints and bright angels to dwell 

evermore. 

6 And when we meet Jesus in the mansions 

above. 
Where angels in glory are fiU'd with his lovo, 
O, theu I shall look for these mourners 

that 's here ; 
How glad we shall be, to meet each othcf 

there! 



41. 

^^OME on, my partners in distress^ 
^^ My comrades in the wilderness, 

Who still your bodies feel ; 
Awhile forget your griefs and fears, ■ 
And look bevond this vale of tears, 

To that celestial hill. 
S Beyond the bounds of time and space. 
Look forward to that heavenly place. 

The saints' secure abode ; 
On faith's strong, eagle pinions rise. 
And force your passage to the akies. 

And. sc^le the mount of God. 



884 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

3 Who suffer with our Master here, 
We shall before his face appear. 

And by his side sit down ; 
To patient faith the prize is sure. 
And all who to the end endure 

The cross, shall wear the crown 

4 Thrice blessed bliss-inspiring hope« 
It lifts the fainting' spirits up, 

It brings to life the dead ; 
Our conflicts here will soon be past, 
And you and I ascend at last. 

Triumphant with our head. 

5 The Father shining on his throne« 
The glorious co-eternal Son, 

The Spirit, Three in One, 
Conspire our raptures to complete ; 
And lol we fall before his feet. 

And silence heightens heaven. 

6 In hope of that ecstatic pause, 
Jesus, we now sustain thy cro»», 

And at tliy footstool fall ; 
Till thou our hidden life reveal. 
Till thou our ravish'd spirits fill» 

And God is all in all. 

7 That great, mysterious Deity, 
We soon with oi>en face shall lee 

The beatific sight ; 
Shall fill the heavenly courts with pral» 
And wide diffuse the golden blazo 

Of everlasting light. 



49. 

COME, saints and sinners, hear ma to& 
The wonders of Immaiyukl ; 
Who saved mc from a burning hell. 
And brought my soul with him to dwW]« 
And gave me heavenly union. 



SPIRITUAL SONG& 285 

8 When Jesus from his throne on high. 
Beheld my soul in ruin lie, 
He lookM on me with pitying" eye. 
And said to me as he pass'd by, 
With God you have no union. 

3 TTien I began to weep and cry; 

I look'd this way and that, to fly ; 
It griev'd me sore that I must die; 
I strore salvation for to buy ; 
But still I had no union. 

4 But when I hated all my sins, 
My dear Redeemer took me in ; 

And with his blood he washM me cleai^ 
And O, what seasons have I seen, 
Oft, since I felt this union I 

5 I praised the Lord, both night and day. 
And went from house to house to pray, 
And if I met one on tlie way, 

I found IM always something to say, 

About this heavenly union. 
(J I wonder why the saints don't sing. 
And praise the Lord upon tlie wing, 
And make the heavenly arches ring, 
With loud hosannas to their King, 

Who brought them to this union. 

7 Come, O backsliders I come away, 
And mind to do, as well as say. 
And learn to watch, as well as pray, 
And bear your cross, from day to day, 

And then you'll feel this union. 

8 We soon shall quit all things below, 
And leave these climes of pain and woe ; 
And then we will to glory go, 

And there we'll see, and hear, and knoVt 
And feel this perfect union. 



296 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

9 Come, heaven and earth, unite your layi^ 
And give to Jesus endless praise ; 
And, O my soul, look on and g'aze, 
He bleeds, he dies, your debt he pays, 
And gives you heavenly union. 

10 O, could I, like an angel, sound 
Salvation through the earth around. 
The deviPs kingdom to confound, 
I'd triumph on Immanuel's ground, 

And spread this heavenly union. 

11 Help us, O Lord, thy name t' adore 
And publish round Columbia's shore. 
The hills and valleys to explore, 

Till nations, tongues and kindred o'er, 
Join in this blessed union. 



43. 

COoME, soldiers of Jesus, awake from 
your sleep; 
The trav'llers to Zion, how slowly they 

creep ! 
The wicked outrun us, in their sinful way, 
Who serve the worst master, and hell is 
their pay. 

2 Our Jesus invites us, in mercy's sweet voice ; 
'Tis nmsic so charming, we all should re- 
joice. 

And leave all behind us, and fly to his arms, 
Though sinners reject him, for stores and 
for farms. 

3 Remember you're passing from life unto 

death, 
A few scenes remaining, will finish your 
breath ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 23^ 

Your friends will desert you, in yoVtf dusty 

bed, 
And pass by your dwelling" with a solemn 

dread. 

4 How blest are the spirits, whom angels 

convey 
To regions of glory, where always 'tis day. 
To dwell with sweet Jesus, bright angels 

and saints, 
Wliere all are so happy, they have no com- 
plaints ! 

5 With gladness they leave all tilings here 

below, 
For heavenly treasure, which they there 

enjoy ; 
Their bodies may moulder and crumble to 

dust. 
Till the resurrection of just and unjust. 

6 But when Gabriel sounds the dread, sliriD 

alarm, 
He'll call all the righteous to Jesus's arm ; 
With shouts all triumphing, their bodies 

shall rise. 
And fly to meet Jesus, our Lord, in the skies. 



Hart.] 44. 8, 7. 
^^OME, yc Christians, sing tlie praises 
^^ Of your condescending God ; 
Come, and hymn the blessed Jesus, 

Who hath wash'd us in his blood. 
We are poor, and weak, and silly. 

And to every evil prone ; 
Yet our Jesus loves us freely. 

And receives us for his own. 
2 Though we're mean in man's opinion. 

He hath made us priests and kings; 



989 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Power, and glory, and dominion, 
To the Lamb, the sinner sings. 

Leprous souls, unsound and filthy, 
Come before him as you are; 

'Tis the sick man, not the hejJthy, 
Needs the good Physician's care. 

3 Hear the terms that never vary: 

*To repent and to believe,' 
Both of these are necessary ; 

Both from Jesus we receive. 
Would-be Christian, duly ponder 

These in thine impartial mind ; 
And let no man put asunder, 

What the Lord has wisely joined. 

4 O ! beware of fondly thinking 

God accepts thee for thy tears; 
Are the shipwreck'd savM by sinkuL^ 

Can the ruinM rise by fears ? 
O I beware of trust ill-grounded ; 

*Tis but fancied faith at most, 
To be cur'd and not be w^ounded; 

To be sav'd before you're lost. 

5 No big words of ready talkers. 

No dry doctrine will suffice ; 
Broken hearts, and humble walkers^ 

These are dear in Jesus' eyes. 
Tinkling sounds of disputation. 

Naked knowledge, all are vain; 
Every soul that gains salvation. 

Must and shall be born again. 



Hart.] 45. 

Come and welcome to Jesus Christ. 

COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched^ 
Weak and wounded, sick and sere^ 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 2S9 

Jesus ready stands to save you, 
Full of pity joinM witii power; 

He is able, he is able, 

He is willing, doubt no more. 

2 Ho ! ye needy, come and welcome, 

God's free bounty glorify ; 
True belief, and true repentance, 

Every grace that brings us nigh, 
Without money, without money. 

Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 

3 Let not conscience make you linger. 

Nor of fitness fondly dream; 
All the fitness he requireth. 

Is to feel your need of him ; 
This he gives you, this he gives you, 

*Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 

4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 

Bruis'd and mangled by the fall ; 
If ye tarry till you're better, 

You will never come at all. 
Not the righteous, not the righteous, 

Sinners, Jesus cajne to call. 

5 View him grov'l.Ung in tlie garden; 

Lo I your ]Maker prostrate lies ; 
On the bloody tree behold him. 

Hear him cry before he dies, 
* It is finish'd, it is finish'd I' 

Sinner, will not this suffice? 

6 Lo ! th' incarnate God ascended. 

Pleads the merit of his blood : 
Venture on him, venture wholly — 

Let no other trust intrude ; 
None but Jesus, none but Jesus, 

Can do helpless sinners good. 

7 Saints and angels join'd in conce.''*, 

Sing tlie praises of the Lamb, 
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290 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

While the blissful seats of heaven, 
Sweetly echo with his name ! 

Hallelujah ! hallelujah I 

Sinners here may sing- the same. 



46. L. M. 
/'^OME ye that know the Lord indeed, 
^-^ Who are from sin and bondage freed, 
Submit to all the ways of God, 
And walk the narrow, happy road. 

2 Great tribulations you shall meet, 
But soon shall walk the golden street 
Though hell may rage and vent her spite. 
Yet Christ will save his heart's delight, 

3 The happy day will soon appear. 
When Gabriel's trumpet you shall hear 
Sound through the earth, yea, down to hell. 
To call the nations great and small. 

4 Behold the earth in burning flames ! 
The judge the sentence now proclaims. 
On sinners, who are doom'd to hell, 
In everlasting pain to dwell. 

6 Beiiold the righteous marching home, 
And all the angels bid them come, 
Whilst Christ, the Judge, with joy proclaim^ 
'■ Here come my saints, I own their name,s 

6 Ye everlasting doors, fly wude ! 
Make room for to receive my bride; 
Ye harps in heaven sound aloud. 
Here comes the purchase of my blood.' 

7 In grandeur, see the royal line. 

In glitt'ring robes, the sun outshine I 
See saints and angels join in one. 
And march in splendour to the throne! 



SPIRIT L'AL SONGS. 291 

8 Tiiey stand with wonder and look on^ 
They join in one eternal song-, 
Tlieir great Redeemer to admire, 
While raptures set their souls on fire* 



47. 8,7. 
B~^ARK and thorny is the desert, 
-■-^ Througfh which {)ilgrims make their way 
But beyond this vale of sorrow. 
See the realms of endless day. 
Dear young- soldiers, do not murmur 

At the troubles of the way ; 
Meet the tempest ; fight with courage ; 
Ne\er faint; you'll win the day. 

2 He, whose thunder shakes creation ; 

He that made the planets roll ; 
He thdt rides upon the tempest. 

And whose sceptre sways the whole ; 
Jesus, Jesus will defend you ; 

Trust in him, and him alone ; 
He has slied his blood to save you, 

And will bring- you to his throne. 

3 There, on flow'ry fields of pleasure, 

And the hills of endless rest, 
Joy, and peace, and love shall ever 

Reign and triumph in your breast: 
There a million flaming seraphs 

Fly across the heavenly plain ; 
Tliere they sing immortal praises ; 

Glory, glory is their theme. 

4 But, methinks, a sweeter concert 

Makes the crystal arches ring; 
And a song is heard in Zion, 

Which the angels cannot sing. 
Who can paint those sons of glory, 

Eansom'd souls that dwell on high, 



292 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Who, with golden harps, for ever 

Sound redemption through the sky. 
5 See the heavenly hosts, in rapture, 

Gazing on this shining band, 
Wond'ring at their cosily garments, 

And the laurels in their hand : 
There, upon the golden pavement. 

See the ransom'd march along, 
While the splendid courts of glory 

Sweetly echo with their song. 
G Here I see the under-shepherds, 

And their flocks they fed below ; 
Here, with joy they dwell together ; 

Jesus is their shepherd now. 
Hail ! ye happy, happy spirits ! 

Welcome to the blissful plain I 
Glory, honour, and salvation ! 

Reign, sweet Shepherd, ever reign. 



D 



Newton.] 4§. 

The Day of Judgment. 

AY of judgment, day of wonders I 
Hark the trumpet's awful sound, 
Louder than a thousand thimders, 
Shakes the vast creation round ; 

How the summons 
Will the sinner's heart confound ! 

2 See the Judge, our nature wearing, 

Cloth'd in majesty divine ! 
You who long for this appearing. 
Then shall say ' this God is mine ;* 

Gracious Saviour, 
Own me in that day for thine. 

3 At his call the dead awaken. 

Rise to life from earth and sea; 






SPIRITUAL SONGS. 293 

All the powers of nature, sliaken 
By his looks, prepare to flee ; 

Careless sinner, 
What will then become of thee 7 

4 Horrors, past imagination. 

Will surprise your trembling- heart, 
When you hear your condemnation, 
* Hence, accursed wretch, depart I 

Tliou, with Satan 
And his angels have thy part.' 

5 Satan who now tries to please you. 

Lest you timely warning take. 
When that word is past, will seize you. 
Plunge you in the burning lake ; 

Think, poor sinner. 
Thy eternal all 's at stake. 

6 But to those who have confessed, 

Lov'd and serv'd the Lord, below, 
He will say, * Come near, ye blesse<i. 
See the kingdom I bestow; 

You for ever 
Shall my love and glory know.* 

7 Under sorrows and reproaches. 

May this thought our courage raise ; 
Swiftly God's great day approaches. 
Sighs shall tlicn be changed to praise; 

May we triumph, 
When tlie world is in a blaze. 



D 



49. 

A dying Saijit^s farewell. 
EAR friends, farewell, I go to dweD 



With Jesus Christ on high ; 
Tlicre for to sing praise to my King, 
To all eternity. 



294 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

2 While I've been here, you have been deal, 

I've always found you kind ; 
But now, through grace, I quit tliis ipUc^ 
And leave you all behind. 

3 Weep not for me, for here you see 

My trials have been great ; 
But now, 'tis true, I bid adieu, 
And change my mournful state. 

4 *Tvvill not be long, before the tlirong 

Will all together be ; 
And you that know the Lord below, 
Shall then our Saviour see. 

5 There we shall join in songs divine, 

God's holy name shall praise ; 
And view Christ's smiles, forget the toils, 
Of these few evil days. 

6 There we shall stand at God's right hand, 

And in his presence dwell. 

And him adore, for evermore ; 

So, brethren, now farewell 



50. 

DEATH, he is the king of terror, 
And a terror unto kings ; 
Oft he fills our minds with horror, 

Telling us of frightful things ; 
Lands of darkness, shades of silenco. 

Gloomy vaults, where pris'ners lie ; 
How many thousands have been conquerM; 

You, alas ! must surely die. 
* Don't you see, how unexpected 

In my chariot I do ride ? 
Convulsive fits, and pains, and sickness, 

Are the weapons by my side ; 
Deaf I am, to all entreaties ; 

When commission'd I must go; 



S1»IRITUAL SONGS. 295 

With mortal paleness in my features. 

Thus I give the fatal blow. 
S * You ne'er licard I spared an)^ 

Children, husbands, or their wives ; 
Never was I brib'd by money ; 

Physic could not save their lives. 
Kinafdoms, countries, nor tlicir cities, 

Kings, their councils, nor their slaves; 
There 's none of tliera I ever pitied, 

Soon I bring them to their graves. 

4 ' Tlicre they lie without distinction. 

Thus I boast my thousands slain; 
Nor can you without permission, 

Ever hope to rise Lgain.' 
Stop^ O death I don't boast of vict'ry; 

Methinks I hear what faitJi can say, 
About one Jesus, on Mount Calv'ry, 

Who died, and in the grave did lay. 

5 View him rising, hear him saying, 

* I, O death I liave conquer'd you; 
Though your looks are «o dismaying. 

Yet, my saints, I'll brinor them through.' 
Thus, the souls that are believing, 

May rejoice in Christ, their King ; 
Death 's no more than a black curtain. 

Drawn to let the saints go in. 

6 There the wicked cease from troubling, 

There the weary are at rest ; 
There the saints will cease from crying, 

There they are divinely blest ; 
Free from sickness, free from sorrow, 

Free from anguish, care and pain, 
No dreadful thoughts nor gloomy horror. 

E'er shall frighten them again. 
There the saints sing hallelujah. 

Are compkte in Christ, their King-; 



206 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Ask the grave where is thy victory, 
Where 's the boasting monster's sting. 

If sin be pardon'd' through the Saviour, 
Though the grave may you annoy, 

Death is the gate to endless pleasure. 
The road to everlasting joy. 



51, 7,6. 

T^ROOPDsG souls no longer grieve ; 
■^^ Heaven is propitious ; 
If on Christ you do believe. 
You will find him precious. 

2 Now the Saviour passing by. 

Calls the mourner to him : 
r»3 has died for you and me ; 
Now look up and view him. 

3 From his hands, his feet, liis side, 

Runs a healing fountain 
See the consolating tide, 
Boundless as the ocean. 

4 See the living waters move 

For the sick and dying ; 
Now resolve to know his love, 
Or to perish trying. 

5 Tiie store of grace is always free 

Drooping souls to gladden ; 
Jesus calls, ' Come unto me, 
* Weary, heavy-laden.' 

6 Though your sins, like mountains high. 

Rise and reach to heaven ; 
Soon as you on him rely, 
All shall be forgiven. 

7 Now, methinks, I hear one say, 

I will go unto him ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 297 

May he wash my sins away ; 
Oil I that I could love him. 

8 Streaming mercy, how it flows ! 

Now I know ; I feel it ; 
Half has never yet been told, 
Yet I want to tell it. 

9 Jesus' blood has heaPd my wounds ; 

Oh I the wondrous story I 
I was lost, but now I'm found ; 
Glory I glory I glory I 

to Glory to my Saviour's name I 
Saints are bound to love him . 
Mourners, you may do the same, 
Only come and prove him. 



52. CM. 

Xj^ ARTH has encrross'd my love too li jng 
-*-^ 'Tis time I lifl mine eyes 
Upv/ard, dear Father, to thy throne. 
And to my native skies. 
Q There the blest Max, my Saviour, sits, 
The God ; how bright he shines I 
And scatters infinite delights 
On all the happy minds. 
8 Seraphs, with elevated strains, 
Circle the throne around, 
Ajid move, and charm the starry plains 
Witii an immortal sound. 
4 Jesus, tlie Lord, their harps employs; 
Jesus, my love, they sing ; 
Jesus, the life of all our joys. 
Sounds sweet from every string. 
g [Hark I how beyond the narrow bounck 
Of time and space they run, 
N'2 



33 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

And echo, in majestic sounds. 
The Godhead of the Son. 

6 And now they sink the lofty tune. 

And g-entler notes they play; 
And bring the Fatlier's equal down 
To dwell in hmnble clay. 

7 O, sacred beauties of the Man I 

(The God resides within ;) 
His flesh all pure, without a stain, 
His soul without a sin. 

8 But when to Calvary they turn. 

Silent their harps abide ; 
Suspended song^s a moment mourn 
The God that liv'd and died. 

9 Then all at once, to living" strains 

They summon ev'ry chord ; 
Tell how he triumph'd o'er his pains. 
And chant the rising- Lord.] 

10 Now let me mount and join tlieir tsong^ 

And be an angel too ; 
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongfiK 
Here's joyful work for you. 

11 I would beg-in the music here ; 

And to my soul should rise , 
O, for some henvenly notes to bear 
My passions to the skies ! 

12 There ye, that love my Saviour, sit; 

There I would fain have place, 
Among- your thrones, or at your feet, 
So I might see his face. 

53. 8s. 

ENCOMPASS'D with clouds o^ distfc^s, 
Just ready all hope to resign, 
I pant for the light of thy face, 
And fear it will never be mine^ 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 20^ 

Dishearten'd with waiting" so long", 
I sink at thy feet with my load; 

All plaintive, I pour out my song;, 

And stretch forth my hands unto God. 

2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease. 

The blood of atonement apply ; 
And lead me to Jesus for peace, 

Tlie rock that is higher than L 
Speak, Saviour, for sweet is tliy voice ; 

Thy presence is fair to behold ; 
Attend to my sorrows and sighs, 

My g^roanings that cannot be told. 

3 If sometimes I strive, as I mourn. 

My hold of thy promise to keep, 
The billows more fiercely return. 

And plunge me again in the deep. 
While harrass'd and cast from thy sight. 

The tempter suggests witli a roar, 
' The Lord has forsaken thee quite ; 

Thy God will be g-racious no more.' 
i Yet, Lord, if thy love hath designM 

No covenant blessing for me. 
Ah, tell me, how is it I find 

Some pleasure in waiting for tliee ? 
Almighty to rescue thou art ; 

Thy grace is my shield and my tower; 
Come, succour and gladden my heart ; 

Let til is be the day of thy power. 

Newton,] 54. 
The Beggar. Matt. vii. 7, 8. 

ENCOLHAG'D by thy word 
Of promise to the poor. 
Behold a beggar. Lord, 

Waits at thy mercy's door 
No hand, no heart, O Lord ! but lame, 
Cau help or pity wants like mme. 



300 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

2 The beggar's usual plea, 

Relief from men to gain, 
If ofFer'd unto thee, 

I know tliou wouldst disdain ; 
And pleas which move thy gracious ear 
Are such as men would scorn to heax* 

3 I have no right to say, 

That though I now am poor, 
Yet once there was a day, 

When I possessed more ; 
Thou know'st that from my very birth, 
I've been the poorest wretch on earth. 

4 Nor can I dare profess. 

As beggars often do, 
Though great is my distress. 

My wants Iiave been but few ; 
If thou sliould'st leave my soul to starve 
It would be what I well deserve. 

5 'Twere folly to pretend, 

I never bcgg'd before ; 
Or, if thou now befriend, 

I'll trouble thee no more ; 
Thou often hast reliev'd my pain. 
And often I must come again. 

6 TJiough crumbs are much too good 

For such a dog as I, 
No less than children's food 

My soul can satisfy ; 
O, do not frown, and bid me go, 
I must have all thou canst bestow. 

7 Nor can I willing be, 

Tiiy bounty to conceal 
From others, who, like me. 

Their wants and hunger feel ; 
I'll tell tliem of tliy mercy's store, 
Aad try to send a thousand more* 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 301 

8 Thy thouglits, tliou Oiily Wise ! 

Our thoughts and ways tri^nscend, 
Far as the arched skies, 

Above tlie earth extend :* 
Such pleas as mine, men would not bear, 
But God receives a beg-gar's prayer. 

C. Wesley.] 55. 8, 7. 

EXLISTED in the cause of sin. 
Why should a good be evil ? 
Music, alas I too long has been 

Press'd to obey the devil : 
Drunken, or lewd, or light, the lay 

Flows to the soul's undoing. 
Widens, and strews with flowers the way 
Down to eternal ruin. 

2 Who, on the part of God, will rise, 

Imiocent mirth recover. 
Fly on the prey, and take the prize, 

Plunder the carnal lover, 
Strip him of every moving strain, 

Of every melting measure. 
Music in virtue's cause regain. 

Revive tlie holy pleasure. 

3 Come let us try if Jesus' love 

Will not as well inspire us ; 
This is the theme of those above, 

This upon earth should fire us. 
Say, are your hearts in tune to sing ? 

Is there a subject greater ? 
Melody all her strains may bring, 

Jesus' name is sweeter. 

4 Jesus the soul of music is ; 

His is the noblest passion ; 
Jesus' name gives life and peace. 
Happiness and salvation. 

* Isaiah lv.8 9 



302 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Jesus' name the dead can raise, 
And show our sins forgiven, 

Fill us with all the life of grace. 
And bear us up to heaven. 

5 Who has a right like us to sing, 

Us whom his mercy raises ? 
Glad be our hearts, for Christ is King, 

And merry all our voices 
Who of his love does once partake, 

He in his God rejoices ; 
Melody in our hearts we make, 

Melody with our voices. 

6 He that a sprinkled conscience hath. 

He that in God is merry, 
Let him sing psalms, the spirit saith. 

Joyful, and never weary ; 
Offer the sacrifice of praise. 

Hearty and never ceasing. 
Spiritual songs and anthems raise, 

Worship and thanks, and blessing. 

7 Come, let us in his praises join, 

Triumpli in his salvation. 
Glory ascribe to love divine, 

Worship and adoration. 
Heaven already is begun, 

Open'd in each believer ; 
Only believe, and then sing on; 

Heaven is ours for ever. 



56. 

FAREWELL, loving Christians, tlie time 
is at hand. 
When we must be parted from this social 

band ; 
Our several engagements do call us away ' 
Separation is needful, and we must obey 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 303 

fi Farewell, my dear bretliren, farewell for a 

wliile, 
We'll soon meet again| if kind Providence 

smile ; 
But wlien we are parted and scatter'd abroad. 
We'll pray for each other, when wrestling 

with God. 

I Farewell, faithful soldiers, you'll soon be 

discharg-'d ; 
The war 's almost over, the crown is enlarged ; 
With singing and shouting, though Jordan 

may roar, 
You'll enter fair Canaan, and rest on the 

shore. 

4 Farewell, ye young converts, who've listed 

for war ; 
Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near ; 
Although you must travel this dark wilder. 

ness, 
Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you 

to rest. 

5 The world, and the devil, and hell, all unite, 
And bold persecutors may try to affright ; 
But Michael fights for you, he's stronger 

than they; 
Let this animate you to march on your way. 

G Farewell, seeking mourners, ye broken in 

heart ; 
Go to the Saviour, and choose the good part, 
He 's full of compassion, and mighty to save , 
His arms are extended, your souls he'U 

receive. 

7 Farewell, careless sinners, for you I dt 
mourn, 
To think of your danger and great \mconc9tni 



304 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

You've heard of the judgment where all 

must appear, 
T/iere^ there you'll stand trembling" with 

tormenting fear. 

8 Your frolics and pastimes, in which ycm 

delight, 
Will serve to torment you in that dread 

affright ; 
You'll think of the sermons that you've 

heard in vain, 
When hope 's gone for ever, of hearing again. 

9 Farewell, fellow trav'llers; farewell, all around; 
Should we never meet, till we wake under 

ground. 
To meet you in glory, I give you my hand, 
The Saviour to praise, in a pure, social band. 
iO Glory, O glory, O glory to the Lamb ! 
Redemption through Jesus I O wonderfuJ 

theme ! 
I long to be going, to praise him above. 
To gaze on liis glory, and sing of his love. 



57, 

FAREWELL, my brethren in the Lord, 
The Gospel sounds a jubilee ; 
My stamm'ring tongue shall sound aloud. 

From land to land, from sea to sea; 
And as I preach from place to place, 
I'll trust alone in God's free grace. 
6 Farewell, in bonds, and union dear, 

Like strings, you twine about my heart 
I only ask your earnest prayer, 

Till we shall meet, no more to part; 
Till we shall meet in worlds above, 
Encircled in eternal love. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 305 

3 Fju'ewell, my earthly friends below, 

Though all so kind and dear to me 
My Jesus calls, and I must go, 

To sound the Gospel jubilee • 
To sound the joys and bear the news, 
To Gentile worlds and royal Jews. 

4 Farewell, young people, one and all 

While God shall grant me breath to breathe; 
I'll pray to the eternal All, 

That your dear souls in Christ may live ; 
That your dear souls prepar'd may be, 
To reign in bliss eternally. 

5 Farewell to all below the sun ; 

And as I pass in tears below, 
The path is straight, my feet shall run, 

And God will keep me as I go ; 
And God will keep me in his hand. 
And bring me to the promis'd land. 

6 Farewell, farewell, I look above ; 

Jesus, my guide, to thee I call ; 
My joy, my crown, and only love, 

My safe-guard here, my heavenly all; 
My theme to preach, my song to sing, 
My only joy in death — Amen. 



58. 

FAREWELL, vain world, I'm going 
home, hallelujah. 
My SaWour smiles and bids me come, ha.. 

lelujah. 
Bright angels beckon me away, hallelujah, 
To sing God's praise in endless day, halle- 

lujah. 
I'm glad that I am bom to die, 
From grief and woe my soul shall fly, 
Bright angels shall convey me home, 
Away to New Jerusalem. 



306 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

3 And when to that new world I rise, 
And join the anthems in the skies, 
This note above the rest shall swell. 
My Jesus has done all thmgs well. 

4 I hope to meet my brethren there, 
Who once did join with me in prayer 
Our time of mourning will be o'er, 
When we do reach that happy shore, 

5 Complete in holiness, ere long-. 

Our souls shall join the heavenly throng 
The blessed angels round the throne, 
Ajc looking out for us to come. 

6 ril praise my God while I have breath, 
I hope to praise him after death, 

I hope to praise him when I die. 
And shout salvation as I fly. 

7 We soon shall hear the solemn sound, 
Awake, ye nations under ground ; 
Arise, and drop your dusty shrouds, 
And meet King Jesus in the clouds. 

8 There shall I see my glorious God, 
And praise him in his high abode ; 
My theme, through all eternity, 
Sliall glory, glory, glory, be. 



59. CM. 

FROM all l^at 's mortal, all that 's vain. 
And from this earthly clod, 
Arise, my soul, and strive to gain 

Sweet fellowship with God. 
Say, what is there beneath the skies, 

In all the paths thou 'st trod. 
Can suit thy wishes or thy joys, 

Like fellowship with God ? 
f^ot life, nor all the toys of art, 

t"ior pleasure's flow'rv road 



SPiUITUAL SONGS. 307 

Can to my soul such bliss impart. 
As fellowship with God. 

4 Not healtli nor friendship here below, 

Nor wealtli, that golden Joad, 
Can sucli dt-hght or comfort show, 
As fellowship with God. 

5 When I am made in love to bear 

Affliction's needful rod, 
Light, sweet and kind the stripes appeaz 
Through fellowship with God. 

6 In fierce tcmj)tation's fiery blast, 

Or dark desertion's road, 
I'm happy if I can but taste 
Some fellowship with God. 

7 And when the icy hand of death 

Shall chill my flowing blood. 
With joy I'll yield my latest breath 
In fellowship with God. 

8 When I at last to heaven ascend 

And gain my blest abode, 
Then an eternity I'll spend 
In fellowship with God. 



60. 

FROM the regions of love, lo I an angel 
descended, 
And told tlie strange news, how the Babe 

was attended ; 
*Go, shepherds, and visit this wonderfbl 

stranger ; 
See yonder bright star, tliere 's your Lord 

in a manger.' 
Hallelujah to the Lord, who has purchasM 

our pardon : 
We will praise him again, when we pa3B 
*-er Jordan. 



308 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

2 * Glad tidings I bring unto you and each 

nation, 
Glad tidings of joy, now behold your salva. 

tion I' 
Then suddenly multitudes raise their glad 

voices, 
And shout the Redeemer, while heaven re. 

joices. 
Hallelujah, &-c. 

3 Now glory to God in the highest is given^ 
Now glory to God is re-echo'd thro' heaven ; 
Around the whole world let us tell the glad 

story. 
And sing of his love, his salvation, and glory. 
Hallelujah, &c. 

4 Enraptur'd, I burn with delight and desire ; 
Such love, so divine, sets my soul all on fire • 
Around the bright throne hosannas are ring- 
ing, 

O, when shall I join them, and ever bo 
singing ? 
Hallelujah, &c. 

5 Triumphantly ride in tliy chariot victorious 
And conquer with love, O Jesus I all glorious ; 
Thy banners unfurl, let the nations surrender, 
And own thee their Saviour, their God and 

defender. 
Hallelujali, &c. 



61. 8,7. 

^ LORIOUS things of thee are spokeii, 

^^ Zion, city of our God I 

He whose word cannot be broken, 

FormM thee for his own abode : 
On the Rock of Ages founded, 

What can shake thy sure repose 7 



SPmiTUAL SONGS. 305 

With salvation's walls surrounded, 
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 

2 [See the streams of living- waters, 

Springing from eternal love, 
Will supply thy sons and daughters, 

And all fear of want remove. 
Who can faint, while such a river 

Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ? 
Grace, which like the Lord, the giver, 

Never fails from age to age. 

3 Round each habitation hov'ring". 

See the cloud and fire appear, 
For a glory and a cov'ring. 

Showing that the Lord is near : 
Thus, deriving from their banner 

Light by night and shade by day, 
Safe they feed upon the manna. 

Which he gives them when they pray.] 

4 Blest inhabitants of Zion, 

Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood ! 
Jesus, whom their souls rely on. 

Makes them kings and priests to God 
•Tis his love his people raises 

Over self to reign as kings ; 
And as priests his solemn praises 

Each for a tliaiik-offering brings 

5 Saviour, if of Zion's city 

I, through grace, a member am. 
Let the world deride or pity, 

I will glory in thy name. 
Fading is the worldling's pleasure. 

All his boasted pomp and show 
Solid joys and lasting treasure 

None but Zion's children know. 



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62. 

GOD of my salvation, hear, 
And help me to believe ; 
Simply do I now draw near, 

Thy blessing to receive. 
Full of guilt, alas I I am, 

But to thy wounds for refuge flee ; 
Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, 
Thy blood was shed for me. 
2 Standing now as newly slain. 
To thee I lift mine eye ; 
Balm of all my grief and pain. 

Thy blood is always nigh ; 
Now, as yesterday, the same. 
Thou art and wilt for ever be. 
Friend of sinners, &c. 
S Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, 
Nor can thy grace procure ; 
Empty send me not away, 

For I, thou know'st, am poor ; 
Dtvst and ashes is my name, 
My all is sin and misery. 
Friend of siimers, &-c. 
4 No good word, or work, or thought, 
Bring I, to buy thy grace ; 
Pardon I accept unbought. 
Thy proffer I embrace ; 
Coming as at fiisi I came. 

To take, and not bestow on thee. 
Friend of sinners, &c. 
S^ Saviour, from thy wounded side 
I never will depart : 
Here will I my spirit hide. 

When I am pure in heart; 

Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, 

Thy blood was shed for me. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 311 

63. 7s. 

GRACIOUS Lord, incline thine ear, 
My requests vouchsafe to hear ; 
Hear my never-ceasing cry, 
Give me Christ, or else I die. 

2 Wealth and honour I disdain, 
Earthly comforts. Lord, are vain ; 
These can never satisfy ; 

Give me Christ, or else I die. 

3 Lord, deny me what thou wilt, 
Only ease mc of my guilt ; 
Suppliant, at thy feet I lie. 
Give me Christ, or else I die. 

4 All unlioly and unclean, 

I am nothing else but sin ; 

On thy mercy I rely. 

Give me Christ, or else I die. 

5 Thou dost freely save the lost, 
In thy grace alone I trust ; 
With my earnest suit comply, 
Give me Christ, or else I die. 

6 Thou dost promise to forgive 
All who in tliy Son believe ; 
Lord, I know thou canst not he, 
Give me Christ, or else I die. 

7 Father, dost thou seem to frown? 
Let me shelter in thy Son ; 
Jesus, to thy arms I fly. 

Come and save me, or I die. 



64. L. M. 

HAIL ! sovereign love that first began 
The scheme to rescue fallen man; 
Hail I matchless, free, eternal grace, 
Wliich gave my soul a hiding place. 



312 SPIRITUAL SONGS, 

2 Against the God who rules the sky 
I fought with hands upHfted high, 
Despis'd the mention of his grace, 
Too proud to seek a hiding place. 

3 Enrapt in thick Egyptian night. 
Fonder of darkness than of light, 
Madly I ran the sinful race, 
Scarce without a hiding place. 

4 But thus eternal counsel ran, 

* Almighty power, arrest the man ;' 
I felt the arrows of distress, 

And found I had no hiding place, 

5 Indignant justice stood in view; 
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ; 

But justice cried with frowning face, 

* This mountain is no resting place.' 

6 At length a heavenly voice I heard. 
And mercy for my soul appear'd ; 
She led me on, with smiling face. 
To Jesus, as my hiding place. 

7 A few more rolling scenes at most, 
Will land my soul on Canaan's coast, 
Where I shall sing my song of grace. 
And see my glorious hiding place. 



65. 

Star in the East. Mat. ii. 2. 

HAIL the blest morn, when the great 
Mediator 
Did from the regions of glory descend; 
Shepherds, go worship the babe in the 
manger ; 
Lo ! for his guard the bright angels attend. 
Brightest and best of the Sons of the morning. 
Dawn on our daxknese and lend lu yovr 
aid : 



SPIRrrUAL SONG& 313 

Star in the cast, tlie horizon adorning-, 
Guide wliere our infant redeemer is laid. 

2 Cold on his cradle tiie dew-drops are shining" ; 

Low lies his head with the beasts of the 
staU : 
Anjrels, adore him in slumber reclining-, 

Maker and monarch and saviour of all. 
Brightest and best, &c. 

3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 

Odours from Eden, in off'ring-s divine. 
Gems of tlie mountain, and pearls of tlie 
ocean, 
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the 
mine. 
Brightest and best, &c. 

4 Vainly we offer each costly oblation ; 

Vainly with gold would his favour secure ; 
Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; 

Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 
Brightest and best, (Sec. 



66. 8, 7. 
TTTAIL I ye sighing sons of sorrow ; 
-*--^ View witli me th' autunmal gloom, 
Learn from thence your fate to-morrow. 

Dead I perhaps, laid in the tomb. 
See all nature fading, dyinof. 

Silent ; all thinors seem to mourn , 
Life, Icom vegetation flying, 

Brings to rnind my mouldering urn. 
2 Lol I hear the air resounding 

With expiring- insects' cries ; 
Ah I their moans, to me how wounding ! 

Emblem of my aged sighs. 
While the annual frosts are cropping 

Leaves and tendrils from the trees, 

o 



314 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

So our friends are yearly dropping, 
We are like to one of these. 

3 Hollow winds about are roaring, 

Noisy waters round me rise, 
AVJiile I sit, my fate deploring. 

Tears fast streaming from my eyes ; 
What to me are autumn's treasures, 

Since I know no earthly joy ? 
Long I've lost all youthful pleasures ; 

Time will health and youth destroy. 

4 Former friends, how oft I've sought them 

Just to cheer a troubled mind ; 
Now they're gone like leaves of autumn, 

Driv'n before the dreary wind. 
WJien a fev»' more days are wasted. 

And a few more scenes are o'er. 
When a few more griefs I've tasted, 

I shall fall to bloom no more. 
.'> Fast my sun of life 's declining, 

Soon 'twill set in dismal night ; 
But my hopes, pure and reviving. 

Rise to iairer worlds of light 
Cease this trembling, mourning, sighing, 

Death shall burst this sullen gloom ; 
Tlien my spirit, flutt'rmg, flying, 

Shail be borne beyond the tomb. 



67. 

HARKI brethren, don't you hear the somidf 
The martial trumpets now arc blowing, 
Men in orders list'ning round, 

And soldiers to the standards flowing ; 
Bounty ofler'd, joy and peace ; 

To every soldier this is given, 
V>lien from toils of war they cease, 
A mansion bright, prepar'd m heaven. 



SPIUITUAL SO^GS. 315 

2 Those wlio long in debt Iiave laid, 

And felt the hand oi* dire oppression, 
All their debts are freely paid, 

And they endowM with large possession. 
Those who're siek, or blind, or lame, 

Their maladies are also healed, 
OutlawM rebels, when tliey come. 

Receive a pardon freely sealed. 

3 The battle is not to the strong-. 

The burden 's on our Captain's shoulder : 
None so aged, or so young-. 

But he may list and be a soldier. 
Those who cannot fight or fly. 

Beneath his banner find protection, 
None who on his name rely. 

Shall be reduc'd to base subjection. 

4 You need not fear, the cause is good, 

Come, who vrill to the crown aspire ? 
In this cause the martyrs bled, 

Or shouted victory in the fire ; 
In this cause let's follow on, 

And soon we'll tell tlie pleasing- story, 
How by faitli we g-ain'd the crown. 

And fought our vray to life and gloiy. 

5 The l)attle, brethren, is begun. 

Behold the army now in motion. 
Some by faith behold tlie erovrn. 

And almost grasp their future portion. 
Hark ! the victors singing loud, 

Immanuel's chariot wheels are rumbling ; 
Mourners weeping through the crowd, 

And Satan's kmgdom down is timibling. 
G Hark I ye rebels, come and list, 

The otTicers are now recruiting ; 
Why will you in sin persist, 

Or spend your time in vain disputing'/ 



816 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

All your cavil sure is vain ; 

For if you do not sue for favour, 
Down you'll sink to endless pain, 

To bear the \yrath of God for ever 



68. 
TTARK ! how the Gospel trumpet sounds ! 
-^-^ Through all the world the echo bounds* 
And Jesus, by redeeming blood, 
Is bringing sinners home to God ; 
And guides them safely, by his word, 
To endless day. 

2 Hail, all-victorious, conqu'ring Lord, 
By all the heavenly hosts ador'd I 
Who undertook for fallen man, 

And brought salvation through thy narae, 
That we with thee might live and reign. 
In endless day. 

3 Fight on, ye conqu'ring saints, fight on. 
And vrhen the conquest you have won. 
Then palms of victory yon shall bear, 
And in his kingdom have a share. 
And crowns cf glory you shall wear, 

In endless day. 

4 Thy blood, dear Jesus, once was spilt. 
To save our souls from sin and guilt ; 
And sinners now may come to God, 
And find salvation through thy blood. 
And sail by faith upon that flood. 

To endless day. 

5 Through storms and calms by faith we steer 
By feeble hope and gloomy fear ; 

Till we arrive at Canaan's shore. 
Where sin and sorrow are no more, 
We '11 shout, our trials are all o'er, 
To endless da v. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 317 

6 TJierc we shall in sweet chorus join, 
With saints and angels all combine, 
To sing- of liis redeeming love, 
When rollmg years shall cease to move. 
And this shall be our tlieme above, 
In endless day. 



69. 

Make ready. 

HARK I listen to the trumpeters, they 
sound for volunteers, 
O'er Zion's bright and flowery mount behold 

the officers ; 
Their horses v.hite, their garments bright, 

witli crowns and bows in hand, 
Enlisting soldiers for the King, to march for 

Canaan's land. 
- It sets my heart all in a fiamc- — a soldier 

I Will be ; 
I will enlist, gird on my arms, and fight for 

liberty, 
They want no cowards in their band — they 

will their colours fly ; 
They call for valiant-hearted men, that's not 

alraid to die. 

3 The army is nov\- on parade — how martial 

they appear I 
All dress'd and arm'd in miiform, they look 

like men of war. 
They follov.- their great General, the great 

eternal Lamb ; 
His garments stain'd in his own blood. King 

Jesus is his name. 

4 Tlie trumpet sounds, the armies shout, and 

drive the hosts of hell ; 
How dreadful is our God in arms, the great 
Immaniiel I 



318 SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 

Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ, the eternal 

Son of God, 
And march, with us to Canaan's land, beyond 

the swelhng flood. 

5 There, on a ^reen and flowery plain, where 

fruits immortal g"row, 
All clothed in wliite, with angels bright, who 

our Redeexmer know. 
We'll shout and sing for evermore, m that 

eternal world, 
While Satan, and his armies too, shall int/> 

hell be hurPd. 

6 Hold up your heads, ye soldiers bold, re- 

demption 's drav.'ing nigh ; 
We soon shall hear the trumpet sound, to 

sliakc both earth and sky ; 
In flaming cliariots we shall fly, and leave 

the world on fire. 
Then bend around the starry throne, and 

tune th' immortal Ivre. 



TO. P. M. 

HARK ! lo, we hear the Turtle Dove, 
The token of redeeming love ; 
From hill to hill we hear the sound, 
The neighbouring valleys echo round, 
O Zion, hear the Turtle Dove, 
The token of redeeming love ; 
She came the barren lands to cheer, 
And welcome in the Gospel year. 
2 The spring has come, the summer view, 
All things appear divinely new; 
I'he winter 's past, the rains are o'er, 
We feel the chilling blast no more. 
On Zion's hill the watchmen cry, 
Tlie resurrection 's drawing nigh ; 



SPIKI 1 UAL SONGS. oi\J 

Behold the nations far abroad, 
All ])rcssing' to the nioiuit of God. 

3 The trumpet sounds, both far and nigli, 

sinners I turn, why will you die ? 

How can you sligfht those inn'cent charms ? 
Enlist with Chrisl, and ground your arms. 
These are the days that were foretold, 
In ancient times, by prophets old ; 
They long'd to see this glorious light. 
But all have died without the sight. 

4 The latter days have now come on, 
And fugitives are marching home ; 
See, how they crowd the Gospel road. 
All pressing to the mount of God I 

O, then, I haste to join that band; 

1 hear my Captain's great command 
Farewell to Satan's rebel throng, 

I fly I I shout tiie heavenly song I 

5 His banner soon will be unfurl'd. 
When he will come to judge the world 
On Zion's mount we then may stand, 
Surrounded by fair Canaan's land ; 
The sun and moon shall darken'd be, 
And flames consume the land and sea I 
When worlds on worlds together blaze, 
I'll sing the great Redeemer's praise. 



COWPER.] Tl. 7s. 
Lovest thou me ? John xxi. 16. 
"FXARIv, my soul, it is the Lord ; 
-*--*- 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word 
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, 
* Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? 
2 ' I deliver'd thee when bound. 

And when womidcd heal'd tliy wound 



320 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, 
Turn'd tliy darkness into light. 

3 * Can a woman's tender care 
Cease toward the child she bare ? 
Yes, she may forgetful be, 

Yet will I remember thee. 

4 ' Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above. 
Deeper than the depths beneath ; 
Free and faithful, strong as deatli. 

5 ' Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
When the work of grace is done ; 
Partner of my throne shalt be — 
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?* 

G Lord, it is my chief complaint, 
That my love is weak and faint; 
Yet I love thee, and adore ; 
O, for grace to love thee more I 



72. 8, 7. 

fT ARK I the Gospel trumpet's sounding 
-^-^ Sinners, hear the call, and come ; 
Christ, in pard'ning love abounding, 

Now invites the weary home. 
Turn to the Lord, and seek salvation ; 

Sound the praise of his dear name ; 
Glory I honour ! adoration ! 

Jesus Christ to save us came. 
Though your crimes have reachM to heaven 

And of deepest dye appear ; 
Ask, and they shall be forgiven. 

Seek, and you shall find him near. 
Cast your load of guilt behind you; 

To the Lord for mercy flee ; 
Though the strongest fetters bind yoa, 

Jesus Christ can set you free. 



\ 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 321 

Turn, dear sinners, turn to Jesus, 
Bow your hearts unto iiis call ; 

Sec your loving-, bleeding Saviour, 
Waiting" to receive you all. 

4 Free from hell's eternal prison ; 

Unbcliers tormenting chain ; 

Free from endless woe, perdition ; 

Free from everlasting pain I 

5 Broken hearts, with sin distrest. 

Come to Jesus, come to-day ; 
Poor and needy, lost and wretched; 

Come, you need not stay av/ay. 
^ Hark I ye blind, the Saviour calls you , 

Wait no longer ; there is room ; 
Cast your rags of sin behind you ; 

Rise I the Sa\*iour bids you come. 
7 Angels, join with saints forgiven ; 

Sound the praise of Jesus' name I 
Let the world, the church, and heaven. 

Sweetly echo with the theme. 
Glory I honour I and salvation ! 

To the Lamb that once was slain I 
Honour I praise I and adoration I 

Reign, sweet Jesus I ever reign I 



73. 

XT ARK I the jubilee is sounding 
-■"*- O, the joyful news is come ; 
Free salvation is proclaimed, 

In and through God's only Son ; 
Now we have an invitation 

To the meek and lowly Lamb ; 
Glory, honour, and salvation, 

Christ, the Lord, is come to reign. 
2 Come, dear friends, and don't neglect it, 

Come to Jesus in your prime; 
O 2 



•22 SPIRITUAL SONG9. 

Great salvation, don't reject it, 
O, receive it, now's your time; 

Now the Saviour is beginning 
To revive his works again. 
Glory, honour, &c. 

3 Now let each one cease from sinning-, 

Come and follow Christ, the way ; 
We sliall all receive a blessing-, 

If from him we do not stray. 
Golden moments we've neglected, 

O, the time we've spent in vain I 
Glory, honour, ^c. 

4 Come, let us run our race with patience. 

Looking unto Christ, the Lord, 
Wlio doth live and reign for ever, 

Witli his Father and our God ; 
He is worthy to be praised. 

He is our exalted King. 
Glory, honour, vfcc. 

5 Come, dear children, praise your Jesus, 

Praise him, praise him ever more ; 
May his great love now constrain us, 

His great name for to adore ; 
O, then let us join together. 

Crowns of glory to obtain. 
Glory, honour, <fcc. 



74. 



HE comes, he comes, tlie Judge severe, 
The seventh trumpet speaks him ne-ar 3 I 
The lightnings flash, his thimders roll, I 



He's welcome to the faithful soul, 
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welconaCt 
He's welcome to the faithful soul. 
2 From heaven angelic voices sound, 
See tlie almighty Jesus crown'd. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 523 

Girt with omnipotence and grace, 
And opjory decks the Saviour's face. 
Glory, glory, *Scc. 

3 Descending on his azure throne, 

He claims the kingdom for his o\\ti ; 
The kinjrdoms all obey his word, 
And hail him their trium'jhant Lord. 
Hail him, hail him, <Scc. 

4 Shout, all ye people of the sky. 

And all the saints of the IMosc High ; 
Our God, who now his right obtains, 
For ever and for ever, reigns ; 
Ever, ever, ever, ever. 
For ever and for ever reigns. 

5 The Father bless, the Son adore, 
The Spirit praise for evermore ; 
Salvation's glorious work is done. 

We welcome the great Three in One ; 
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, 
Wc welcome tlie great Three in One. 



Watts.] 75. L. .AL 

FTE dies I the friend of sinners dies I 
-■-■- Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around 
A solemn darkness veils the skies, 

A sudden trembling shakes the ground : 
Come, saints, and drop a tear or two. 

For him who groan'd beneath your load ; 
He shed a thousand drops for you, 

A thousand drops of richer blood. 
•^ Here 's love and grief beyond degree ; 

The Lord of glory dies for men ; 
But lo I what sudden joys we see, 

Jesus, the dead, revives again I 
The rising God forsakes the tomb. 

Up to liis Father's court he flics ; 



324 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Cherubic legions guard him Jiome, 

And shout him welcome through tlie skiea 
3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 

How high our great Deliverer reigns ; 
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell. 

And led the monster. Death, m chains; 
Say, ' live for ever, wondrous King, 

Born to redeem, and strong to save ; 
Then ask the monster, ' Wliere 's thy sting 7 

And where 's thy victory, boasting grave ? 



TO. 12,11. 

HOSANNA to Jesus ! I'm fili'd with his 
praises. 
Come, O my dear brethren, and help me 
to sing ; 
No theme is so charming, no love is so 
w^ arming. 
It gives joy and gladness, and comfort 
williin. 

2 IJosanna is ringing, O how I love singing I 

There 's nothing so svv^eet as the sound 

of his name ; 
The angels in glory repeat the glad story, 
Of Jcsus's love whicii is made know^n t© 

men. 

3 Hosanna to Jesus I he died to redeem us ; 

I'll love him and serve him wherever I go 
He 's now gone to heaven, the spirit is given, 
To quicken and comfort his children below 

4 Hosanna for ever ! his grace like a river, 

Is running and spreading throughout all 
the land ; 
His love, that's unbounded, to us is extended, 
And samts love to praise him, all join'd 
in one band. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. G25 

5 Hosanna to Jesus ! my soul how it pleases, 

To sec sinners turning- and coming" to God I 
O, liow they are raised, while some are 

amazed, 
That they should fmd pardon tlirough 

Jesus's blood I 

6 Hosanna is ring-ing, hark I how they are 

singing- 
The praises of Jesus, and tasting his love I 
The sound 's gone to heaven, the echo is 
given, 
It runs to my soul from the mansions 
above. 

7 Hosanna to Jesus I I know he is precious, 

In sweet streams of glory he comes from 
above, 
My heart is now glowing, I feel his love 
flowing. 
He 's Jesus, the Saviour and fountain of 
love. 

8 Hosanna is sounding, free p-race is abounding, 

And saints are a-marching in briglit royal 

bands ; 
Come on, my dear brethren, let us go to 

heaven, 
While Jesus invites as with cro^*ns in his 

hands. 

9 Hosamia to Jesus I my soul sweetly rises, 

I'll soon be exploring some happier clime, 
Where I shall see Jesus I and dwell on his 
praises. 
And with him in glory eternally shine. 



77. lis. 
XXOSANNA to Jesus ! my soul, rise and 
■*--*- sing; 
'ie's worthy of praises ; let all the earth ring 



326 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

To rescue lost sinners he lefl his bright throne^ 
And lifts us to glory by free grace alone. 

2 My heart is enraptur'd, and love turns mj 

tongue ; 
Unite, my dear brethren, to swell the swcei 

song ; 
It burst fortli in glory, and roU'd down 

the sky, 
To raise helpless sinners to mansions on high 

3 A band of bright angels descends from above, 
To bear the glad tidings of Jesus' love ; 
The swains, highly favour'd, to Bethlehem 

went, 
And witness'd the truth of this joyful event. 

4 I\Iy soul, stand and wonder ; then bow and 

adore ; 
The owner of all things is turn'd out of 

door ! 
The sovereign of angels commands no esteem 
From sinners, the objects he came to redeem. 

5 Pray, wliy is this darkness prevailing at 

noon ? 
Or, why doth all nature seem strangely to 

mourn ? 
While rocks cleave asunder, and earth quakes 

aloud, 
I\Iy Jesus is dying ! he surely is God. 

6 Methinks, as he languish'd and died on tiie 

tree. 
His eyes roll'd in pity and fix'd upon me : 
The look overwhelm'd me, and conquer'U 

my heart. 
And bound me unto him, O ! never to part. 

7 The tears of contrition in torrents did flow; 
Will this bleeding Jesus such favours bestow If 
Unworthy such kindness I am to receive ; — 
Arise ! said the Saviour ; I freely forgive. 



SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 327 

8 By love I am conqiier'd, in tears I rejoice ; - 
O I may I but praise him in action and 

voice ; 
And if up to heaven I'm finally borne, 
The praise of salvation 's to Jesus alone 



78. CM. 

HOW glorious is our heavenly King 
Who reigns above the sky I 
How shall a child presume to sing 
His dreadful majesty I 

2 How great his power is, none caii tell. 

Nor think how large his grace ; 
Not men below nor saints that dwell 
On high^ before Ills face ; 

3 Not angels, that stand romid the Lord, 

Can search his secret will ; 
But they perform his heavenly word, 
And sing his praises still. 

4 Then let me join this holy train, 

And my first ofTring bring ; 
Th' eternal God will not disdain 
To hear an infant sing. 

5 31y heart resolves, my tongue obeys, 

And angels shall rejoice. 
To hear tlieir migJity Maker's praise 
Sound from a feeble voice. 



79. 

HOW happy are they, 
Who their Savioiu" obey. 
Who have laid up their treasure above I 
Tongue cannot express 
The sweet comfort and peace 
Of a soul in its earliest love. 



328 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

2 That comfort was mine, 
When tlie favour divine 

I first found in the blood of the Lamb 

When first I beUev'd, 

O, wl)at a joy I receiv'd I 
What a heaven in Jesus's name ! 

3 'Twas a heaven below, 
My Jesus to know; 

The angels could do nothing more, 

Than to fall at his feet, 

And the story repeat, 
And the Saviour of sinners adore. 

4 Jesus, all the day long. 
Was my joy and my song ; 

* O, that all his salvation may see I 
He hath lov'd mc,' I cried, 
*He hath suffcr'd and died. 

To redeem such a rebel as me.' 

5 On the wings of his love, 
I was carried above 

All sin and temptation and pain ; 

I could not believe, 

Tiiat I ever should grieve. 
That I ever should suffer again. 

6 But where am I now ? 
When was it, or how, 

That I fell from a sense of his gra€e ? 

I am brought into thrall. 

As if stript of my all, 
And have lost the sweet smiles of his fkee. 

7 Hardly yet do I know 
How I let my Lord go. 

So insensibly starting aside, 
When the tempter came in, 
With his own subtle sin. 

And infected my spirit with pride. 



SPIRITUAL SONGb. 329 

I To tlie fountain I'll g^o, 

Which so Irccly did How 
From the heart of my Lord when lie died , 

O, my Lord and my God, 

Let the water and blood 
Be again to my conscience applied. 

Never more would I straF 

From my Jesus, my Way, 
But follow the Lamb till I die 

Let me take up my cross, 

And count all things but loss. 
Till I meet with my God in the sky. 



80. 

HOW happy, how loving, how joyful I feel I 
I want to feel more love, 3^ea, more 
love and zeal ; 
I want my love perfect, I want my love pure, 
That all tilings witli patience I ' may well 
endure. 

2 I want to be little, more simple and mild. 
More like my blest Master, and more like 

a child ; 
JMore watchfiil, more prayerful, more lovely 

m mind, 
^lore humble, more gentle, more loving and 

kind. 

3 I want to love wisdom that comes from 

above, 
I want to be harmles-s, and more like a dove ; 
I want my light clear, that beholders may see 
How faith and good works in sweet miion 

agree. 

4 My union I want with the Father and Son, 
I want tliat perfected which now is begun ; 



330 SPIRIT L'AL SOXGS. 

That love and sweet union which soothe? 

every care, 
And with my dear brethren all burdens to 

bear. 

5 My faith and my hope, my lore and my zeal, 
I want them recruited, and never to fail. 
Remembering at all times what Jesus did say, 
And set out anew and begin every day. 

6 My treasure in heaven I want to lay up. 
Where no moth and no rust can ever corrupt ; 
Where no thief and no robber wiU venture 

or dare. 
My heart and my treasure I want to be there. 

7 O come, my dear brethren, both aged and 

youth, 
.And all who are willing to walk in the truth, 
Let 's all join together, in union and love. 
And on our blest journey then joyful we'll 

move. 
S When time is no more, and from earth we 

remove, 
To dwell in the regions of pure light and love, 
With JesQs our Saviour and all holy men, 
We'll shout hallelujah for ever, amen. 



§1. 



XXOVv' happy 's every child of grace, 
-*"*- The soul that's fill'd with joy and peace, 
Tliat bears the fruits of righteousness. 

And kept by Jesus' power I 
They antedate the joys of heaven. 
In rapturous lays, shout the praise 
Of Jesus' grace to a lost race 
Of sinners brought to righteousness. 

Through the atoning blood of Jesus. 



fenKii'L'AL JiU.NO:^. 331 

2 Satan may tempt, and hell may rage, 
And all the jx)\vers of eartli besiege, 
Tlieir united strength at once enguge. 

To pluek a soul from Jesus ; 
The faithful soul lauglis them to scorn, 
He is heaven-bound, he is heaven-bound. 
He'll watch and pray, night and day. 
Fight his way, win the day, 
And all his enemies dismay. 

Through the mighty name of Jesus. 

3 O, monster, Death, thy sting is drawn ; 
O, boasting grave, no trophies won ; 
The saints triumpli through grace ak/nc, 

And praise the name of Jesus. 
At length he tids the world adieu, 
With ail its vanities and show; 
Tiie soul, it flies through the skies 
To Paradise, and joins its voice 
In rapturous lays, loves to praise 

Tiie glorious name of Jesus. 

4 When Gabriel's awful trump shall sound. 
To rend the rocks, convulse the ground. 
And swear that time i^ at an end. 

Ye dead, arise to judgment ; 
See lightnings flash from pole to pole, 
Tliis v.'orid wra})t like a parchment scroll, 
Comets blaze, sinners raise. 
And dread amaze, while liorrors seize 
7'hc guilty sons of Adam's race, 

Unsav'd from sin by Jesu.-. 

5 Tlie Christian, fill'd with rapturous joy, 
'?>Iidst flaming worlds he mounts on higli, 
To meet his Saviour in the sky, 

And see the face of Jesus. 
The soul and body re-unite. 
And fill'd with glory infinite ; 



332 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Blessed day I Christians, say,^ 
Will you pray, tliat we may 
All join that happy company, 
To praise the name of Jesus ? 



§2. 

TTOW happy 's every child of grace, 
-*-^ Who feels his sins forgiven I 
This world, he cries, is not my place, 

I seek a place in heaven ; 
A countr}'' far from mortal sight. 

Yet, 01 by faith I see 
Tlie land of rest, the saints' delight, 

A heaven prepared f(3r mc. 

2 A stranger in this world below, 

I calmly sojourn here ; 
Nor can its happiness or woe 

Provoke my hope or fear. 
Its evils in a moment end. 

Its joys as soon are past : 
But, O f the bliss to wliich I tend, 

Eternally shall last. 

3 To tli.nt Jerusalem above. 

With singing, I'll repair ; 
Wliile in the tiesli, by hope and love 

My heart and soul are there. 
There my exalted Saviour stands, 

My merciftd Hie-li Priest, 
And still extends his wounded hands. 

To take me to his breast, 

4 What is there here to court my stay, 

And keep me back from home, 
Vv'licn angels beckon me away. 

And Jesus bids me come? 
Shall I regret my pxirtcd friends, 

Hero in this vale coufin'd? 



SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 33^5 

Nay, but wlieneVr my soul ascends, 
They will not stay behind. 

5 The race we all are running now, 

And if I first attain, 
Tiicy too their willing- heads shall bow, 

They too the prize shall gain. 
Now on the brink of deatli I stand, 

And if I pass before, 
They too shall all escape to land, 

And hail me on that shore. 

6 Then let me suddenly remove. 

That hidden life to share ; 
I shall not lose my friends above. 

But more enjoy them there. 
There we in Jesus' praise shall join, 

His boundless love proclaim, 
And solemnize, in songs divine. 

The marriage of tiie Lamb. 

7 O, what a blessed hope is oars, 

While here on earth we stay 1 
We more than taste the heavenly powers 

And antedate that day ; 
We feel the resurrection near. 

Our life in Christ conceal'd. 
And with his glorious presence here. 

Our earthen vessel 's fill'd. 

8 O, would he more of heaven bestow. 

Then let this vessel break, 
And let my ransom'd spirit go. 

To grasp the God I seek ; 
In rapturous awe on him to gaze. 

Who bought that sight for me, 
And shout, and wonder at his grace, 

Throuofh all eternity. 



334 SPIRITUAL SONGS 

Newton.] 83. 
The good Physician. 

HOW lost was my condition, 
Till Jesus made me whole ! 
There is but one Physician 
Can cure a sin-sick soul. 
Next door to death he found me, 

And snatched me from the grave, 
To tell to ail aromid me, 

Ilis wondrous power to save. 

2 The worst of all diseases, 

Is light, compar'd with sin; 
On every part it seizes. 

But rages most within. 
'Tis palsy, plague, and fever. 

And madness all combin'd ; 
And none l)ut a believer. 

The least relief can find. 

3 From men great skill professing 

I thought a cure to gain ; 
Bat tliis proved more distressing. 

And added to my pain. 
Some said that nothing ail'd me, 

Some gave me up for lost ; 
Thus every refuge fail'd me. 

And all my hopes were cross'd. 

4 At length this great Physician, 

(How matchless is his grace I) 
Belield my lost condition. 

And undertook my case. 
First gave me sight to view him ; 

For sin my eyes had seal'd; 
Then bade me look unto him — 

I look'd, and I was heal'd. 

5 A dying, risen Jesus, 

Seen by the eye of faitli. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 3^5 

At ojice from danger frees us, 
And saves the soul from death. 

Come, then, to tliis Physician, 
His help he'll freely g-ive ; 

He makes no iiard condition, 
'Tis only, look and live. 



§4. CM. 

The inspired icord a syste?n of knowledge and 
joy. Psalms cxix. 105. 

HOW precious is tlie book divine. 
By inspiration given ; 
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine. 
To g-uide our souls to heaven. 

2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts. 

In this dark vale of tears; 
Life, light and joy it still imparts. 
And quells our rising fbars. 

3 This lamp, througli all the tedious night 

Of life, shall guide our way. 
Till we behold the clearer light 
Of an eternal dav. 



H 



Xewtox-i §5. L. 31. 
^one upon ecrih I desire beside iJiee. Ps. lxxiii.25. 
OW tedious and tasteless the hours, 
When Jesus no longer I see ! 
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet 
flowers, 
Have lost all their sweetness with me . 
The mid-summer sun shines but dim, 

The fields strive m vain to look gay; 
But when I am happy in Him, 
December 's as pleasant as May. 
2 His name yields the richest perfume, 
And sweeter, than music his voice j 



?^ SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

His presence disperses my gloom, 
And makes all within me rejoice. 

I should, were he always thus nigh, 
Have nothing to wish or to fear ; 

Nor mortal so happy as I, 

My summer would last all the year. 

3 Content with beholding his face, 

My all to his pleasure resign'd, 
No changes of season or place 

Would make any change in my mind 
While bless'd with a sense of his love, 

A palace a toy would appear. 
And prisons would palaces prove. 

If Jesus would dwell with me there 

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 

If thou art my smi and my song 
Say, why do I languish and pine. 

And why are my winters so long? 
O, drive these d;irk clouds fi'om my sky 

Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
Or take me unto thee on high. 

Where winter and clouds are no more. 



§6. 

HOW vam are the pleasures of time ! 
How fond are vain mortals of life ; 
There's naught but the heavens sublime, 

There s naught but confusion and strife, 
My wife, the dear bride of my youth. 
Lies panting and gasping for breath. 
More pleas'd with the beauties of truth, 
Ajid blest in th' embraces of death. 
% Her struggles are long and severe. 

While struggling and cooing she smiles 
Saying, 'Jesus hath made me his care, 
I soon shall forget all my toils.' 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 337 

Slie calls for the chariots of Christ- 
How slowly tliey move on their way 

How long-, my Lord Jesus, she cries, 
How long have I here yet to stay ? 

3 Still Jesus is faitliful to me, 

He pities the pains now I feel ; 
I shall not stay out his decree, 

He gives mo his love as a seal. 
Farewell, my dear husband, said she ; 

Now from ^^our kind bosom I leap, 
With Jesus, my Bridegroom, to be ; 

3Iy flesh in the tomb then shall sleep 

4 And tlius slie continued to cry 

For patience to wait for the world. 
Till at length she did leap and did fly, 

For ever to dv.-ell with the Lord. 
Now, like a disconsolate dove, 

I'm leil all alone here to mourn ; 
O, may the kind powers above, 

Show pity to me wliile alone. 

5 I look through the rooms of my house, 

Each door on its hinges doth mourn ; 
In searching I find not my s})ouse, 

Nor will slie to me e'er return. 
How lonesome my table to me I 

Hovr empty the place where she sat I 
What lonesome devotion I pay, 

Where once we so sweetly did meet I 
G But, oh I what still heightens my grief, 

My sons a kind motFier have lost; 
They can't go to her for relief; 

O, may they in God put their trust. 
My passion will lead me too far ; 

My grief I will leave with the Lord ; 
I trust I will shortly go v/here 

Vain passion can't flee from his w^rd. 
P 



338 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

87. S. M. 

HOW various and how new, 
Are thy compassions, Lord ? 
Eadi morning shall thy mercy show, 
Each night thy truth record. 

2 Thy goodness, like the sim,. 

Dawn'd on our early days. 

Ere infant reason had begun 

To form our lips to praise. 

3 Each object we beheld 

Gave pleasure to our eyes ; 

And nature all our senses neld, 

Li bands of sweet surprise. 

4 But pleasures more refin'd 

Awaited tliat bless'd day. 
When light arose upon our mind. 
And chas'd our fears away. 

5 How new thy mercies then I 

How sovereign and how free I 
Our souls that had been dead in sin. 
Were made alive to thee. 



6 Xow we expect a day 

Still brighter far than this, 
When death shall bear our souls away 
To realms of light and bliss. 

7 There rapturous scenes of joy, 

Shall burst upon our sight; 
And every pain, and tear, and sigh, 
Be drown'd in endless night. 

8 Beneath thy balmy wing, 

O, Son of righteousness, 
Our happy souls shall sit and sing 
The wonders of thy grace. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 33l^ 



9 Nor shall that radiant day 
So joyfully begun, 
In evening shadows die away 
Beneatli the setting- sun. 
10 How various and how new 

Are thy compassions, Lord I 
Eternity thy love shall shew, 
And all thy truth record. 



8§. 

Christ ever lives our intercessor. 

i J" KNOW that my Redeemer lives/ 

-*- What comforts this sweet sentence gives! 
He lives, he lives, who once was dead, 
He lives, my ever-Uving head I 

2 He lives, triumphantly and brave, 
He lives, eternally to save. 

He lives, all glorious in the sky,' 
He lives, exalted far on high 1 

3 He lives, to bless me with his love, 
He lives, to plead my cause above. 
He lives, my hungry soul to feed, 
He lives, to help in time of need. 

4 He lives, to give me full supplies, 
He lives, to bless me with his eyes, 
He lives, to comfort me when faint, 
He lives, to hear my soul's complaint, 

5 He lives, to crush the fiends of hell. 
He lives, and doth within me dwell. 
He lives, to heal, and keep me whole, 
He lives, to guide my feeble soul. 

6 He lives, to banish all my fears, 
He lives, to wipe away my tears. 
He lives, to calm my troubled hetort. 
He lives, all blessings to impart. 



340 SPIRITUAL SO^^GS. 

7 He lives, my kind and o^racious friend, 
He live?, and loves me to th-e end ; 
He lives, and while he lives I'll sinfr, 
He lives, my Prophet, Priest and King. 

8 He lives, all glory to his name, 
He lives, my Jesus still the same ; 
O the sweet joy this sentence gives, 
* I know that my Redeemer lives.' 



§9. 

"T'LL s'lnrr niy Saviour's grace, 
-°- And liis dear name I'll praise. 
While in this land of sorrow I remain ; 

My trouhles soon will end, 

Tiien will my soul ascend. 
Where I shall hunger, thirst, nor mourn again 

A pilgrim here belov/. 

In this vain world I go ; 
I live an exile, mourning like the dove ; 

My days vritli sorrow rcll, 

And my poor weary soul, 
With earnest longing, pants to mount ahovQ 

Though few my days have been. 

Much trouble I have seen, 
And deep affliction I have waded through 

For thorny is the way 

To everlasting day ; 
Yet forward do I press, my God to know. 

Another day is gone. 

And the declining sun 
Has vcil'd its radiant beams in silent shades , 

While gloomy darkness reigns 

O'er the extensive plains, 
And awful silence close the solemn scene. 

Then rapid flies away 

The next succeeding day, 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. ^41 

And life's declining li^fht draws to a close, 

This life's short, setting sun, 

"Will soon in death go down. 
And lay my v\-cary limbs in sweet repose^ 

) On eagles' wings of love 
I shall then mount above, 
And find ni}^ passage safe to endless day * 
Then happy, sweet surprise, 
What wonders will arise, 
When free from this dull clog of cumbrous 
clay ! 

7 O, what a glorious siglit, 
Mix'd with extreme delight. 

Will strike my ravish'd e^'c, when I bcliold 

Fair Salem's gates appear. 

And I a drawing near 
7'o those bright streets of pure, transparent 
gold I 

8 In raptures I sliall blaze, 
\Vhilc on my King I gaze, 

The man who suffer'd, groan'd and died 
for me ; 

Who bore my loral of sin, 

i<Iy sorrow, grief and pain, 
To make mc happy and to set me free. 

9 To living fountains tlien. 
And richest pastures green, 

To trees of Paradise he'll lead his lambs ; 

While millions falling down, 

Prostrated all around. 
And at his footstool cast tlicir glitt'ring 
cro\\Tis. 

10 The heavenly arclics ring, 
Sing Hallelujah ! sing ; 
Hail, holy, holy, holy, bleeding lianib, 



342 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Once we were dead in sin, 
But now we live again, 
And glory, glory, glory to his nama 



90. 7, 6. 
Tune. Heavenly PRosPEct. 

I'M on my way to Zion ; 
I bid tlie world farewell : 
Come, all my old companions, 

In spite of earth and hell : 
Though Satan's army rageg^ 

And all the world combine, 
The Lord for us engages 

The strength of grace divine. 

2 I'll blow the silver trumpet. 

And on the nations call ; 
From Calv'rj^'s bloody summit 

Proclaim his death to all ; 
Omie try his love, and prove him, 

His favom* you shall gain. 
Nor can you fail to love him, 

Or ever come in vain. 

3 And if you want a witness, 

Here is one standing forth. 
Who lately felt the sweetness 

Of Jesus' matchless worth ; 
It comes in copious showers 

The body can't contain ; 
It fills the ransom'd powers, 

And spreads into a main. 

4 The glories of that kingdom 

I\Iy soul can ne'er describe. 
Although in heavenly wisdom 

I feel the blood applied. 
O, come unto the Saviour, 

And you shall feel his love , 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 343 

Tis of most pleasant flavour ; 
It comes from heaven above. 

5 My soul loolcs up and sees him, 

And he his love doth send, 
While I continue thinking, 

When will my journey end ? 
It cannot be mucli lon<rer 

Till I shall with him reign, 
And be a heavenly songster, 

And ne'er return again. 

6 The wisest in his favour 

Can never well describe 
The brightness which the Sa\'iour 

Puts on his lovely bride ; 
When heaven has grown all hoary, 

We shall have but begun 
To wear our crowns of glory, 

Briofht shininof as tlie sun. 



Dr, Watts.] 91. 
Converse with Christ 

I'M tir'd of visits, modes, and forms. 
And' flatt'ries paid to fellow worms , 
Their conversation cloys, 
Their vain amours and empty stuff; 
But I can ne'er enjoy enough 

Of thy sweet company, my Lord, tliou 
life of all my joys. 
2 When he begins to tell his love. 

Through every view my passions move. 

The captives of his tongue ; 
In midnight shades, on frosty ground 
J could attend the pleasing sound, 

Nor should I feel December cold, nor think 
the darkness long. 



344 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

3 There, while I hear my Saviour, God, 
Count o'er my sins (a heavy Ic^d) 

He bore upon tlie tree, 
Inward I blush with secret shr^me, 
And weep, and love, and bless the name 

That knew not guilt nor grief his own, 
but bore it all for me. 

4 Next, he describes the thorns he wore, 
And talks his bloody passion o'er. 

Till I am drown'd in tears ; 
Vet, with a sympatlietic smart, 
There 's a strange joy beats round my heart , 
The cursed tree has blessings in't, my 
sweetest balm it bears. 
J I hear the glorious Suff'rer tell, 
How on the cross he vanquish'd hell. 

And all the powers beneath ; 
Transported and inspir'd, my tongue 
Attempts his triumph in a song, 

Hov.' hath the serpent lost his sting I and 
where 's thy victory, death ? 
G But wlien he shows his hands, his heart, 
And thosfc dear prints of dj'ing smart. 

He sets my soul on fire ; 
Not the beloved John could rest 
With more delight upon that breast. 

Nor Tliomas pry into those wounds with 
more intense desire. 
T Kindly he opes to me his ear, 

And bids me pour my sorrows there, 

And tell him all my pains ; 
Thus, while I ease my burden'd heart. 
In every woe he bears a part ; 

His arms embrace me, and his hand mj 
drooping head sustains. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. ^45 

RYL.VND.] 92. CM. 

IN all my Lord's appointed ways 
My journey I'll pursue; 
Hinder me not, ye much-lov'd saints, 
For I must go with you. 

2 Throu^rh floods and flames, if Jesus lead 

I'll Ibllow where he goes ; 
Hinder me not I shall be my cry. 
Though earth and hell oppose. 

3 Through duty, and through trials too, 

I'll go at his command ; 
Hinder me not, for I am bound 
To my Immanuel's land. 

4 And when my Saviour calls me home, 

Still tliis my cry shall be. 
Hinder me not I come, welcome, death I 
I'll gladly go with thee. 



93. 

Tunc — Indian Con^'Ert. 
(The followiiig song was composed and sung by a con 
rerted Indian, and reduced to writing by a missionary 
preacher.] 

TX de dark wood, no Indian nigh, 

-^ Den me look heaven, and send up cry 

Upon my knees so low, 
Dat God on high, in shiny place, 
See poor Indian wid teary face; 

De preacher tell me so. 
2 God send he angel take me care ; 
He come heself, he hear my prayer : 

If inside heart do pray ; 
He see me now, he know me here, 
He say, poor Indian, never fear I 

Me wid you all do day. 
P 2 



346 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

3 Den me love God wid inside heart ; 
He fig^Iit for me, he take my part; 

^ii save my life before ; 
Sroa love poor Indian in de wood. 
Den me love God, and dat be good, 

Me praise him two time more. 



94. 

XN the house of king David a fomitain did 

-*- spring. 

For sm and uncleanncss, from Jesus our King; 

This fountain proves healing whenever ap- 
plied ; 

It sprang from the bowels of Christ when he 
died. 

2 If you are polluted, this water makes clean ; 
This blood, it will pardon, and free from all 

sin ; 
And Christ, the Physician, hath balm to apply, 
A balsam for healing ; come, venture and try. 

3 If you are o'erwhclm'd with mountains of 

guilt, ^ 
Come, bathe in this fountain, for sinners 'twas 

spilt ; 
Here 's peace for your conscience, your guilt 

to remove. 
And rivers of love, your affections to soothe. 

4 If you are distressed, and weary of sin, 
This fountain stands open, come now venture 

in ; 
Here 's everything needed for sinners undone, 
And you are invited and welcome to come. 

5 If you are bemoaning your w^eakness in grace. 
This fountain stands ready, 'twill answer youi 

case ; 



SPlRrrUAL SONGS. J% 

Come, draw wlicn you're weary, and drink 

when you're dr}' ; 
It was for the needy that Jesus did die. 

6 Come, you who have bath'd in this fountain 

of love, 
And felt all the burden of g:uilt to removo 
Let's join to praise Jesus as lon^ as wc^c 

breath, 
And, after we're laid in tlie dust of tlie earth 

7 Then, there we shall sleep, but not always 

remain ; 
We look for the comings of Jesus ag"ain ; 
And when we behold liim, we'll lay by our 

shrouds, 
And rise to meet Jesus, our Lord, in the 

clouds. 

8 How we shall be fashion'd it doth not appear 
But we shall be like him approved and clear 
And that blessed hour we're long-ing to see. 
When we shall be perfectly holy as he. 

9 O, then he'll receive us with joy and great 

mirth, 
Sapng-, * Welcome my jewels, redccm'd from 

the earth I' 
He'll not be asham'd to call us his bride, 
More precious to him than the silver that '3 

tried. 



95. L. M. 

T THIRST, but not as once I did 
-*- Tiie vain deliorhts of earth to shire; 
Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid 

That I should seek my pleasures there. 
It was the sight of thy dear cross. 

First wean'd my soul from eartlLy things. 



348 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Aiid taught me to esteem as dross 

Tiie mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 

3 I want that grace that springs from thee. 

That quickens all things wlicn it flows, 
And makes a wretched thorn like me 
Bloom like the myrtle or the rose. 

4 For sure, of all the plants that share 

The notice of tliy Father's eye, 
None prove less grateful to his care. 
Or yield him meaner fruit ilvin I. 



96. 

"I'T is a glorious mystery, 
-*- 'Tis a wonder, wonder, wonder, 
That ever I should saved be ; 
'Tis a wonder, wonder, wonder I 

2 No heart can think, no tongue can tell, 

'Tis a wonder, wonder, wonder. 
Why God should save my soul from hell,' 
'Tis a wonder, wonder, wonder. 

3 (rreat mystery I do behold. 

That God should ever save a soul; 
}}ut here 's a greater mystery. 
That he bestow'd his grace on me. 

4 (Treat mystery, I can't tell why. 

That Christ for sinners e'er should die, 
]]at here 's a greater mystery. 
That he should ever die for me. 

5 (xreat mystery, that Christ should plac« 
His love on those of Adam's race; 
But liere 's a greater mystery. 

That he should set his love on me, 

6 Wliy was I not still left behind, 
Witii thousand others of mankind, 
AVh.) run the dangerous sinful race, 
And die and never taste his sfrace ? 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. ^49 

7 No mortal can a reason find ; 
*Tis mercy tree, and grace divine ; 
O, 'tis a g-Iorious mystery, 
And will be, to eternity. 



9T. L. M, 

T'VE listed in tlic holy war, 

-■- Content with suff'ring soldier's fare; 

The banner o'er my head is love, 

I draw my rations from above. 

2 I'vG. fought through many a battle sore, 
And I must fight through many more ; 

I take my breast-plate, sword and shield, 
And boldly march into the field. 

3 The world, the flesh, and Satan too, 
Unite and strive what they can do , 
On thee, O Lord, I humbly call ; 
Uphold me or my soul must fall. 

4 I've listed, and I mean to fight, 
Till all my foes are put to flight ; 
And when the victory I have won, 
Til give the praise to God alone. 

5 Come, Fellow-Christians, join with me ; 
Come, face the foe, and never flee ; 
Tiie heavenly battle is begun, 

Come, take the field and win the cro^Ti. 

6 With listing orders I have come ; 

Come rich, come poor, come old or young 
Here's grace's bounty, ('hrist has given. 
And glorious crowns laid up in heaveru 

7 Our Gen'ral, he is gone before. 

And you may draw on grace's store ; 
But, if you will not list and fight, 
You'll sink into eternal night 



850 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

98. L. M. 

The Philosophers experience. 
WALK'D abroad one morning fair, 



1 



When odours sweetly balm'd the air, 
And birds their artless notes did sing" 
To welcome in the cheerful spring. 

2 Surveying nature all around, 

The scene w4th wonder did abound ; 
But while my ravish'd eyes were charm'd 
An inward voice my soul alarm'd. 

3 ' Would you all nature comprehend ? 

* You'd better learn to know your end. 

* Those beauties which you now survey, 
' Will, like yourself, soon pass away. 

4 ' But death is not alone your doom ; 

* To judgment you must shortly come : 

* Wlien hills and valleys are all fled, 

' Where will you hide your guilty head T 

5 Black horrors seiz'd my frighted soul ; 
Billows of woe did o'er me roll ; 

I fell, and almost lost my breath ; 

I tliought I soon should sink in death. 

6 The little birds from spray to spray 
Were hymning praises all the day. 
In artless anthems to their God, 
While I lay welt'ring in my blood. 

7 Thus, trembling o'er a gulf I lay. 
But dar'd not move my lips to pray ; 
I had provok'd a dreadful God, 

And trampled on a Saviour's blood. 

8 To my amazement and surprise, 
I saw a cloud descend the skies, 
And in the midst a fairer one 
Than any of the sons of men. 



^ SPIRITUAL SOxNGS. 351 

9 His curled locks were snowy wliilc, 
iris g^arments far exceeded light; 
The sun grew pale before his face ; 
His feet were like to burnish'd brass. 

10 He spake, and brig-htness shone around : 
He said ' I have a ransom found ; 

* I've bought your pardon on the tree, 
' And come to set the pris'ner free.' 

11 !My heart rebounded like a roe, 
And glory in my soul did flow, 
My sins were gone, and I was free, 
^ly Saviour liv'd and died for me. 

12 I Icap'd and shouted out so loud, 

And long'd for wings to reach the cloud, 
T' embrace my Saviour in my arms, 
And gaze for ever on his charms. 



99. 



TERUSALE^I, my happy home, 
•^ O, how I long for thee I 
When will my sorrows have an end ? 
Thy joys, when shall I see ? 

2 Tliy walls are all of precious stone, 

INIost glorious to behold ; 
Tliy gates are richly set with pearl, 
Thy streets are pav'd with gold. 

3 Thy garden and thy pleasant green, 

yiy study long have been ; 
Sucli sparkling light, by human sight 
Has never yet been seen. 

4 If heaven be thus so glorious. Lord, 

Why should I stay from thence ? 
What foliy 'tis, that I should dread 
To die and go from hence. 



352 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

5 Reach down, reach down thine arm of grao«, 

And cause me to ascend, 
Wliere congregations ne'er break up, 
And Sabbaths never end. 

6 Jesus, my love, to glory 's gone ; 

Him will I go and see ; 
And all my brethren here below 
AVill soon come after me. 

7 My friends, I bid you all adieu 

I leave you in God's care, 

And if I never more see you, 

Go on, I'll meet you there. 

8 There we sliall meet and no more part, 

And heaven shall ring with praise, 
While Jesus' love in every heart 
Shall tune the song Free Grace. 

9 Millions of years around may run, 

Our song shall still go on. 
To praise the Father, and the Son, 

And Spirit, Three in One. 
10 When we've been there ten thousand years 

Bright, shining as the sun. 
We've no less days to sing God's praise. 

Than when we first begun. 



100. 

"TTESUS, at thy command 
•^ I launch into the deep. 
And leave my native land. 

Where sin lulls all asleep. 
For thee I would the world resign, 
And sail to heaven with thee and thine. 
2 Thou art my pilot, wise ; 

My compass is thy word ; 
My soul each storm defies 

While I have such a Lord. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 353 

I trust thy fliith fulness and power 
lo save nie in tlie trying hour. 

3 Thougli rocks and quieksands deep 

Tlirough all niy pa.-.sagc lie, 
Yet Christ will safely keep 

x\nd guide me witii his eye. 
]\Iy anchor, hope, shall firm abide. 
And every boisterous storm outride. 

4 By faith I see tlie land, 

The port of endless rest ; 
My soul, tliy sails expand, 

And fly to Jesus' breast I 
O, may 1 reach the heavenly shore, 
Where winds and waves distiess no more. 

5 Wncne*er bccalmM I lie, 

And storms forbear to toss ; 
Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh, 

Lest I should suflcr loss ; 
For more the treacherous calm I dread 
Than tempests bursting o'er my head. 
G Come, Holy Ghost, and blow 

A prosp'rous gale of grace ; 
Waft me from all below 

To heaven, m}' destin'd place. 
Then, in full sail, my port I'll find, 
And leave the world and sin behind. 



101. 

JESUS drinks the bitter cup, 
The wine-press trends alone ; 
Tears the graves and mountains up, 

With his expirmg groan. 
Lo I the power of heaven he shakes 

Nature in convulsion lies; 
Earth's profoundest centre quakes, 
The great Jehovah dies I 



854 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

2 Dies the glorious Cause of All» 

The true eternal Plan 
Falls, to raise us from our fall, 

To ransom sinful man. 
Well may Sol withdraw his light 

With the suiFerer sympathize, 
Leave the world in sudden night, 

While his Creator dies, 

3 O, my God, he dies for me, 

I feel the mortal smart; 
See him hanging on the tree, 

A sight that breaks my heart 
O, that all to tliee would turn! 

Sinners, you may love him too; 
Look on him, ye pierc'd, and mouir 

For one who bled for you. 

4 Weep o'er your Desire and Hope, 

With tears of humbl(;st love ; 
Sing, for Jesus is gone up, 

And reigns enthroned above , 
Lives, our Head, to die no more ; 

Power is all to Jesus given, 
WorshippM as he was before, 

Tlie eternal King of heaven. 



102. 

JESUS, grant us all a blessing. 
Send it down, Lord, from above ; 
May we all go home a praying. 

And rejoicing in tliy love. 
Farewell brethren, farewell sisters, 
Till we all shall meet again. 
2 Jesus, pardon all our follies. 

Since together we have been; 

Make us humble, make us holy, 

CJeanse us a] J from every sii^ 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. a^ 

Farewell brethren, farewell sisters, 

Till we shall meet again. 
May thy blessing, Lord, go witli us, 

To each one's respective home, 
And the presence of our Jesus 

Rest upon us every one. 
Farewell brethren, farewell sisters, 

Till we all shall meet at home* 



103. 



JESUS, let thy pitying eye 
Call back a wandering sheep ; 
False to thee, like Peter, I 

Would fain like Peter weep. 
Let me be by grace rcstor'd, 

On me be all its fullness shown* 
Turn and look ujxdu me. Lord, 
And break my heart of stone. 

2 Saviour, Prince enthron'd above, 

Repentance to impart, 
Give nit^ tlirough thy dying love. 

The humble, contrite heart ; 
Give, what I have long implor'd, 

A portion of thy love unknown. 
Turn, .^c. 

3 See me, Saviour, from above, 

Nor suffer me to die ; 
Life, and happiness, and love, 

Smile in thy gracious eye ; 
Speak the reconciling word. 

And let thy mercy melt me down. 
Turn, &c. 

4 Look, as when thy pitying eye 

Was clos'd, that we might live ; 
*Fatlier,' (at the point to die, 
3Iy Saviour gasp'd,) ' forgive,' 



356 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Surely, with that dying- word, 

He turns and looks, and cries ''tis done 
O, my loving-, bleeding- Lord, 

This breaks iny heart of stone. 



104. 
TESL^S, my all, to heaven is gone, 
*^ He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
His track I see, and I'll pursue 
The narrow way, till him I view. 

2 The way the holy prophets went, 

The road that leads from banishment ; 
The King's high-way of holiness, 
I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 

3 This is the way I long have souglit, 
And m.ourn'd because I found it not ; 
My grief my burden long has been, 
Because I could not cease from sin. 

4 The more I strove against its power, 
I sinn'd and stumbled but the more, 
'Till late I heard my Saviour say, 

* Come, hither, soul, I am the way.' 

5 Lo I glad I come, and thou blest Lamb. 
Slialt take me to tliee as I am ; 

My sinful self to thee I give ; 
Nothing but love shall I receive. 

6 Tiien I will tell to sinners round, 
What a dear Saviour I have found, 
I'll point to thy redeeming blood, 
And say, ' Behold the way to God.' 



105. 7s. 

JESUS' precious name excels 
Jordan's streams and Salem's wells ; 
Thirsty sinners, come and draw ; 
Quench the flames of Sinai's law 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 3Jj7 

2 Fearful sinners, conic and try ; 
Draw, and drink willi inward joy ; 
Christ is fresli, and full, and free; 
Sinners, come, whoe'er you be. 

3 Sec tiie waters sprin^insr up, 
To revive your lang-uid hope ; 
Fill your vessels as it rolls, 
And refresh your weary souls. 

4 Lo I the Spirit now invites ; 
Lo ! the happy Bride unites ; 
Jesus calls, be not alraid ; 

liO I for you the will was made. 

5 Justice made it in the Lamb, 
Mercy grants It throuxi^h his name ; 
Faith receives a full supply ; 
Those who drink it eajinot die. 

6 [Careless siimer, let me tell, 
Not a drop is found in hell ; 
Not a drop to ease your smart ; 
Not a drop to ccjol your heart.] 

7 Haste you to tlie Lamb of God, 
Sef^k salvation in his blood ; 

In it there is boundless store 
For ten tliousand thousand more. 

8 Constant tribute let us brin^ 
For this soul-refreshing- spring- ; 
Constant let our praises rise. 
Till we drink above tlie skies. 



100. L. ^l. Bridegroom. 

JESUS, the heavenly lover, gave 
His life my wrctclied soul to save ; 
Rcsolv'd to make his mercy known. 
He kindly claims me for his own. 



858 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

2 Rebellious, I ag-ainst him strove, 
Till melted and constrain'd by love ; 
With sin and self I freely part ; 

The heavenly Bridegroom wins my heiuU 

3 My guilt, my wretchedness he knows, 
Yet takes and owns me for his spouse ; 
My debt he pays, and sets me free. 
And makes his riclies o'er to me, 

4 3Iy filthy rags are laid aside ; 

He clothes me as becomes his bride; 
Himself bestows my wedding-dress, 
His robe of perfect righteousness. 

5 Lost in astonishment, I see, 
Jesus, thy boundless love for me ; 
With angels, I thy grace adore, 

And long to love and praise thee more: 

6 Since thou wilt take me for thy bride, 
Keep me, O Saviour, near thy side ; 

I fain would give thee all my heart. 
Nor ever from my Lord depart. 



107. C. M. 

JESUS, thou art the sinner's friend; 
As such, I look to thee ; 
Now, in the bowels of thy love, 

Lord, remember me. 

2 Remember the pure word of grace ; 

Remember Calvary ; 
Remember all thy dying groans. 
And then, remember me. 

3 Thou wondrous advocate witli God, 

1 yield myself to thee ; 

While thou art sitting en thy throne, 
Dear Lord, remember me. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 359 

4 I o\vn I'm guilty, own Pra vile, 

Yet thy salvation's free; 
Then in thy all-abounding grace. 
Dear Lord, remember me. 

5 Howe'er forsaken or distress'd, 

Kowe'er oppress'd I be, 
Howe'er afflicted here on earth, 
Do thou remember me. 

6 And when I close my eyes in death. 

And creature-helps all flee. 
Then, O my dear Redeemer, God, 
I pray, remember me. 

Newton.] lOS. 
T ET me dwell on Golgotha, 
-■-^ Weep and love my life away, 
While I see Him on the tree, 
Weep, and bleed, and die for me» 

2 That dear blood, for sinners spilt, 
Shows my sin in all its guilt ; 
All, my soul, he bore the load ; 
Thou hast slain the Lamb of God. 

3 Hark I his dying word ' forgive,' 
Father, let the sinner live ; 
Sinner, wipe thy tears away, 

I th}' ransom freely pay. 

4 While I hear thy grace reveal'd. 
And obtain a pardon seal'd. 

All my soft affections move, 
Waken'd by the force of love. 

5 Farewell, world I thy gold is dross , 
Now I see the bleeding cross ; 
Jesus died to set me free 

From tlie law, and sin, and thee. 

6 He has dearly bought my soul ; 
Lord, accept and claim the whole • 



360 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

To thy will I all resign, 

Now no more my own, but thine. 



109. 8,7. 

X ET thy kingdom, blessed Saviour 
-*-^ Come and bid our jarrings cease 
Come, oh I come and reign for ever, 

God of love, and Prince of peace ; 
Visit now thy precious Zion, 

See thy people mourn and weep ; 
Day and night thy lambs are crying, 

Come, good Sheplierd, feed thy sheog^ 
5 Some are following men's inventions. 

And reject tiie Saviour's laws ; 
Hence divisions and contentions 

Sully the Redeemer's cause ; 
Hence we suffer persecution ; 

Foolish virgins soundly sleep ; 
AH is uproar and confusion ; 

Come, good Sheplierd, feed thy sht »'▼ 

3 Saviour God, with courage arm us. 

Help us still to persevere ; 
Nothing, we are sure, can harm us 

Wiiilc our loving Shepherd 's neai 
Glory, glory be to Jesus I 

At his name our hearts do leap ; 
He both comforts us and frees us ; 

The good Shepherd feeds his sheep 

4 Lord, in us there is no merit ; 

We've been sinners from our youth 
Guide, O guide us by thy Spirit , 

Help us to embrace tlie truth ; 
Help us on thy word to venture 

Till in death's cold arms we sleep, 
Ivove our Lord, i^dore our Saviour ; 

Come, good Shepherd, feed thy sheop 



SPIRITUAL SONGS 361 

5 Hear the Prince of your Salvatiot 
Saying, * Fear not, little flock ; 

* I myself am your foundation, 

' You are built upon this Rock ; 

* Shun tlie paths of vice and folly, 

' Near your Shepherd constant .leep, 

* Look to me and be ye holy ; 

* I delight to feed my sheep.' 
€ Christ alone our souls shall rest on ; 

Taught by him, we'll own his name ; 
Sweetest of all names is Jesus ; 

How it doth our hearts inflame I 
Now we'll rush thro' what encumbers, 

Ev'ry hindrance overleap, 
Undisraay'd by force or numbers; — 

The good Sheplierd feeds his sheep 



Hart.] 110. 8, 7. 

W/mi it is to be a Christian, 

LET us ask tli' important question, 
(Brethren be not too secure,) 
What is it to be a Christian ? 

How may we our hearts assure ? 
Vain is all our best devotion. 

If on false foundation built : 
True religion 's more than notion ; 

Something must be knoicn and felt, 
'Tis to trust our vrell- beloved 

In his blood has wash'd us clein ; 
*Tis to hope our guilt's removed 

Though we feel it rise within 
To believe that all is finish'd, 

Though so much remains t' ervl are ; 
Find the dangers undimmish'd. 

Yet to hold deliv'ranee sure, 

Q 



362 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

3 'Tis to credit contradictions, 

Talk witli him one never sees, 
Cry and groan beneath afflictions. 

Yet to dread the thoughts of ease ; 
'Tis to feel tlie fight against us. 

Yet the victory hope to gain, 
To believe that Christ has cleansM us, 

Though tJie leprosy remain. 

4 Tis to hear the Holy Spirit 

Prompting us to secret prayer ; 
To rejoice in Jesus' merit, 

Yet continual sorrow bear ; 
To receive a full remission 

Of our sins for evermore, 
Yet to sigh wath sore contrition, 

Begging mercy every hour. 

5 To be steadfast in believing, 

Yet to tremble, fear, and quake, 
Every moment be receiving 

Strength, and yet be always weak ; 
To be fighting, iieeing, turning ; 

Ever sinkiiig, yet to swim ; 
To converse with Jesus, nxourning 

For ourselves, or else for him. 



111. 

Ju'lgment. Rev. i. 7 ; vi. 14, 17 ; xxiii, 17, 2? 

LO ! he comes with clouds descending 
Once for favoured sinners slain ; 
Thousand, thousand saints attending, 
Swell the triumph of his train ; 

Hallelujah, 
Jesus now shall ever reign. 
2 Every eye shall now behold hira, 
Kobed in dreadful majesty ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS 363 

Tliose who set at nauj^ht and sold him, 
Pierc'd and nail'd him to tJie tree, 

Deeply wailing", 
Shall the great Messiah see. 

3 Every island, sea, and mountain. 

Heaven, and earth, shall flee away ; 
All who hate him, must, confounded. 
Hear the trump proclaim the day ; 

Come to judgment I 
Come to judgment I come av/ay I 

4 Now, redemption, long expected, 

Sec in solemn pomp appear ; 
All his saints, by man rejected, 
Now shall meet him in the air ; 

Hallelujah, 
See the day of God appear. 

5 Answer thine own bride and spirit, 

Hasten, Lord, the general doom ; 
The new heaven aiid eartli t' inherit, 
Take thy pining exiles home ; 

All creation 
Travails, groans, and bids thee come. 

6 Yea, amen, let all adore thee. 

High on thine exalted throne 
Saviour, take the power and glory. 
Claim the kingdom for thy own ; 

O, come quickly. 
Hallelujah, come, Lord, come. 



112. 

Paiiing. 

T ORD, when together here we meet, 
-■-^ And taste thy heavenly grace, 
Thy smiles are so divinely sweet, 
We're lotli to leave the place. 



364 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

2 Yet, Father, since it, is thy will, 

That we must part again, 
O, let thy precious presence still 
With every one remain. 

3 Thus let us all in Christ be one, 

Bound with the cords of love, 
Till we around the glorious throne 
Shall joyous meet above, 

4 Where sin and sorrow, from each heart, 

Shall then for ever fly ; 
And not one thought, that we shall part 
Once intercept our joy. 

5 Where, void of all distracting pains, 

Our spirits ne'er shall tire ; 
But in seraphic, heavenly strains. 
Redeeming love admire. 

6 And thus througli all eternity, 

Upon the heavenly shore, 
The great, mysterious One in Three, 
Jehovah, we'll adore. 



Hart.] 113. 

LUKEWARM souls, the foe grows stronger. 
See what hosts your camp surromid ; 
Arm to battle, lag no longer. 

Hark I the silver trumpets sound. 
Wake, ye sleepers ; wake, what mean you 7 

Sin besets you round about, 
Up and search, the world 's within you ,* 
Slay or chase the traitor out. 
2 What enchants you ? pelf or pleasure ? 

Pluck right eyes, with right hands part; 
Ask your conscience, where 's your treasure ; 

For be certain there 's your heart. 
Give the fawning foe no credit ; 
Lo I the bloody flag 's unfurl'd ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 365 

That base heart, (the word has said it ;) 

Loves not God, that loves the world. 
3 God and Mammon ? O, be wiser ; 

Serve tliem both ? It cannot be ; 
Ease in warfare, saint and miser ? 

These will never well agree. 
Shun the shame of foully fallinof, 

C umber 'd captives clogg'd with clay ; 
Prove your faith, make sure your calling", 

Wield the sword and win tiie day. 
i Forward press, toward perfection ; 

"NV'atch and pray, and all things prove ; 
Seek to know your God's election. 

Search his everlasting love. 
Dread backsliding, scorn dissembling ; 

Xow salvation 's near in view. 
Work it out with fear and trembling; 

'Tis your God that works in you. 



114. 

Geihsemane. 

MANY woes had Christ endur'd, 
Many sore temptations met, 
Patient, and to pains inur'd ; 

But the sorest trial yet 
AVas to be sustained in thee, 
bloomy, sad, Gethsemane I 

gth the dreadful night, 
je, witli its iron rod, 
.^od, and with collected might 
Bruis'd the harmless Lamb of God : 
See, my soul, tlie Saviour see, 
Grov'ling in Gethsemane. 
3 There my God bore all my guilt; 
Tliis thro' grace can be believed; 



366 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

But the torments wliich he felt, 
Are too vast to be conceiv'd ; 
None can penetrate thro' thee, 
Doleful, dark, Gethsemane. 

4 All my sins against my God, 

All my sins ag-ainst his laws. 
All my sins against his blood, 

All my sins against his cause. 
Sins as boundless as the sea. 
Hide me, O Gethsemane. 

5 Here 's my claim, and here alone, 

None a Saviour more can need ; 
Deeds of righteousness I've none. 

Nor a work that I can plead ; 
Not a glimpse of hope for me, 
Only in Gethsemane. 

6 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One Almighty God of love, 
Prais'd by all the heavenly host, 

In thy shining courts above ; 
We poor sinners, gracious Three, 
Bless thee for Gethsemane. 



115. J 

MIXTURES of joy and sorrow I dail^lf 
do pass througli, 
Sometimes I'm in the valley, then smking 

down with woe ; 
Sometimes I am exalted, on eagles' wing.<» 

I fly, 

Rising above mount Pisgah, I almost reach 
the sky. 
2 Sometimes my hopes are little, I almost lay 
them by. 
Sometimes they are sufficient, if I wera 
call'd to die ; 



SPl RITUAL JSONCS. 367 

Sometimes I am in doubting-, and tliink I 

have no grace, 
Sometimes I am a shouting", and Bethel is 

tlie place. 

3 Sometimes I sliun the Christian, for fear 

lie'll talk to me. 
Sometimes he is the neighbour I long the 

• most to see, 
Sometimes we meet together in seasons dry 

and dull. 
Sometimes I find a blessing of joy that fills 

my soul. 

4 Sometimes I am oppressed by Pharaolf s 

cruel hand, 

Sometimes I look o'er Jordan and view the 
promis'd land; 

Sometimes I am in darkness, and some- 
times in the light. 

Sometimes my soul, on wings of faith, as- 
cends in lofty flight. 

5 Sometimes I go in mourning down Baby- 

Ion's cold stream, 
Sometimes my Lord's religion appears to 

be my theme, 
Sometimes when I am praying, it almost 

seems a task. 
Sometimes I find a blessing the greatest I 

can ask. 
(! Sometimes I read my Bible, it seems a 

sealed book. 
Sometimes I find a blessing vrlierever I do 

look ; 
Sometimes I go to meeting, and wish I'd 

staid at home. 
Sometimes I find my Jesus, and then I 

gladly come. 



ZTyS SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

7 Oh I Jiow am I tli'i? tossed, thus tossed to 

and fro, 
How are my hopes thus crossed, wherever 

I do go I 
O Lord, tliou never changest, it is because 

I stray ; 
Lord, guide me by the Spirit, and keep me 

in the way. 



116. 8,8,6. 
l^TY days, my weeks, my montJis, my years, 
-''*-*- Fly rapid as the whirUng splieres 

Around their steady pole ; 
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, 
Till I am launch'd through boundless deeps, 

Where endless ages roil. 

2 The grave is near the cradle seen, 
How swift the moments pass between 1 

And whisper as they fly, 
' Unthinking man, remember this. 
Though fond of sublunary bliss. 

That thou must groan and die.' 

3 ^ly soul, attend the solemn call; 
Tiiine earthly tent must shortly fall, 

And thou must take thy flight 
Beyond the vast expansive blue. 
To si]i2f above, as angels do. 

Or sink in endless niglit. 

4 Hov,' great tlie bliss, how great the woe 
Hangs on this inch of time below, 

On this precarious breath I 
The Lord of nature only knows, 
Whether another year shall close, 

Ere I expire in death. 

5 Long ere the sun shall run its round» 
I may be buried under ground, 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 36& 

And there in silence rot. 
Alas I one hour may close the scene, 
And ere twelve montlis shall roll between, 

My name be quite forg-ot 

6 But will my soul be then extinct. 
Or cease to live, or cease to think ? 

It cannot, cannot be ; 
Though my immortal cannot die. 
What wilt tliou do, or whitker fly 

When death shall set thee free? 

7 Will IVIercy then her arms extend ? 
Will Jesus be thy guardian friend. 

And heaven thy dwelling-place ? 
Or shall insulting- fiends appear. 
And drag- thee down to dcLrk despair, 

Below the reach of grace ? 

8 A heaven or hell, and these alone. 
Beyond the present life are known ; 

There is no middle state ; 
My soul, attend the call divine, 
To-morrow may be none of thine, 

Or, it may be too late. 

9 O, do not pass this day in dreams ; 
Vast is the change, whatever it seems 

To poor unthinking man ; 
Lord, at thy footstool I would bow. 
Bid conscience tell me plainly now. 

What it would tell me then. 

10 If in destruction's road I stray. 
Help me to choose the better way, 

That leads to jovs on high; 
Thy grace impart, my guilt forgive, 
Nor let me ever dare to live, 

Such as I dare not die. 

Q2 



,37t) SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

117. L. M. Double. 

MY God, my heart with love inflame 
That I may in tliy holy name, 
Aloud in songs of praise rejoice, 
While I have breath to raise my voice , 
Then will I shont, then will I sing-, 
And make the heavenly arches ring" ; 
I'll sing and shout for evermore, 
On that eternal happy shore. 

2 O, hope of glory, Jesus I come. 

And make my heart thy constant hc«ne ; 

For the short remnant of my days, 

I want to sing and shout tliy praise : 

Incessantly I want to pray. 

And live rejoicing every day, 

And to give thanks in every thing. 

And sing and shout, and sliout and sing. 

3 When on my dying bed I lie. 

Lord, give me strength to sing and pray, 
To praise tliee with my latest breath. 
Until my tongue is still in death ; 
Then, brethren, sisters, shouting come, 
^ly body follow to the tomb ; 
And as you march the solemn road, 
Loud sing and shout the praise of God. 

4 Then you below and I above. 

We'll bless and praise the God of love. 
Until that great, tremendous day, 
When he shall call our slumb'rirg clav ; 
Then from our dusty beds we'll spring. 
And shout, ' O Deatli I where is thy sting T 

* O Grave, where is thy victory ?' 
We'll shout through all eternity. 

5 Our race is run, we've gain'd the prize; 

* Well done,' the Sovereign of the skies 
Shall smiling to his children say, 

* Come, reign with me in endless dajr.* 



SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 371 

Then on that Imppy, happy sliore, 
We'll sing and shout, our suff 'rings o'er ; 
We'll sing- and shout, and shout and sing. 
And make Uie heavenly arches ring-. 

6 Farewell, vain world, you're not my rest ; 
My soul enjoys the heavenly least ; 

No more shall thy deceiving charms 
Tlirust my dear Saviour from my arms. 

7 Then will we sing in sweet accord, 
And be for ever witli the Lord ; 

Let earth and heaven both pass away, 
Jesus is mine to endless day. 



118. 8s. Suprnne lore to Chnst. 

MY gracious Redeemer I love. 
His praises aloud I'll proclaim, 
And join with the armies above, 

To shout his adorable name ; 
To gaze on his glories divine, 

Shall be my eternal employ, 
And feel them incessantly shine, 

-My bomidless, ineffable joy. 
J He freely redeem'd with his blood. 

My soul from the confines of hell. 
To live in the smiles of my God, 

And in his sweet presence to dwell 
To shine v.'ith the ancrels of light, 

"\Mth saints, and with seraphs to sing • 
To view, witli eternal delight, 

My Jesus, my Saviour, and King. 
S My glorious Redeemer, I long 

To see thee descend on the cloud. 
Amid the bright, numberless throng. 

And mix with the triumphing crowd. 
O, when wilt thou bid me ascend, 

To join in thy praises above, 



372 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

To gaze on thee, world without end, 
And feast on thy ravishmg love. 

4 No sorrows, no sickness, nor pain. 

No sins, no temptations, nor fear, 
Shall ever molest me again — 

Perfection of glory reigns there ; 
This soul, and this body, shall shine, 

In robes of salvation and praise, 
And banquet on pleasures divine, 

Where God all his beauty displays. 

5 Soon, soon shall my spirit exchange 

This cell of corruptible clay. 
For mansions celestial, and range 

Through realms of ineffable day ; 
The crown that my Saviour bestows. 

Your permanent sun shall outshine 
My joy everlastingly flows, 

My God, m.y Redeemer, is mine. 



119. CM. 

Widoio. 

MY head and stay, is called away, 
And I am left alone ; 
My husband dear, who was so near. 
Is fled away and gone. 

2 It breaks my heart, 'tis hard to part 

With one who was so kind ; 
Where shall I go to vent my smart. 
Or ease my troubled mind ? 

3 In wisdom's ways we spent our days, 

Much comfort we did find ; 
But he is gone, in dust he lays, 
And I am left behind. 

4 Naught can I find, to ease my mind, 

In things which are below; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 373 

For earthly toys but vex my joys, 

And aggravate my woe. 
But I'll repair to Jesus, where 

I'll ease my troubled breast ; 
To Christ above, who is my love, 

And my eternal rest. 
And O, tl\at he would send for. me, 

And call my spirit home, 
To worlds of rest, among the blest. 

Where troubles never come. 



120. 

Look on liim and mourn. 

MY Lord, my Saviour, died. 
For guilty sinners' sake ; 
The tokens of his love 

Oft keep mine eyes awake. 
I cannot choose but mourn, 

That he should suifer so ; 
And yet it is the source 

Whence all my comforts flow. 
I cannot clioose but mouni. 

Whose sins made liim to bleed ; 
And yet such sacrifice 

^ly soul from death hath freed. 
'Twas not tjie treach'rous Jews 

That did my Lord betray : 
It was my heinous sins, 

IVIore treach'rous far than they. 
'Twas not the soldier's spear. 

That pierc'd my Saviour's side ; 
•Twas my ingratitude, 

My unbelief, my pride. 
These were the bloody thorns 

That did his temples wound ; 



374 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

And caused these sacred drops 
That did bedew the ground. 

4 And when his Father's wrath 

Drew forth that bitter cry, 
He yielded up his life 

For rebels such as I. 
And can I choose but mourn, 

When skies and rocks did rend, 
And nature veil'd her face 

At sight of such an end? 

5 But haste my soul to view 

Thy happiness restor'd, 
And death and hell subdu'd, 

By tliy triumphant Lord ; 
Put off thy mourning weed, 

Thy Jesus reigns on high, 
Receiving gifts for men, 

P^or rebels — such as I. 



Biggs' Collection.] 1^1. 
The holy Revelation. 

MY loving fellow-travellers, who are tu 
Canaan bound, 
Let us raise a song for Jesus, make hills and 

valleys sound ; 
Tho' troubles do beset us, while in this bar- 
ren place. 
Yet Jesus will be with us, aind keep us by his 

grace. 
^ Infernal spirits tempt us, our souls they would 

beguile. 
And worldlings persecute us, at us they laugh 

and smile ; 
The world would fain allure us, and bring us 

into thrall, ^^ 

But glory be to Jesus, through him we'll 

conquer all. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 37* 

3 Since wc are so surrounded, our number 

seems but small, 
Let us unite the closer to Jesus, one and all ; 
The wolf can never harm us, while in our 

Shepherd's care ; 
But if we once be parted, the wolf will soon 

appear. 

4 But love unto our Jesus, and to each other 

dear, 
Let us strengthen one another, and feel each 

other's care ; 
Press forward on our journey, keep Zion still 

in view, 
In spite of all opposers, the Lord will bring 

us through. 

5 The faithful do experience, and that from day 

to day. 
That Jesus is sufficient, for all that watch 

and pray ; 
Ye faithful pilgrims, trust him, he'll keep you 

to the end, 
Tlio' men and devils tempt you, still Jesus 

is your friend. 

6 Jesus beholds from heaven, your labour and 

your pain ; 
Press on, ye valiant soldiers, the prize you 

soon shall gain ; 
Jesus is now in glory, his soldiers there 

we'll meet. 
We shall know one another, our joys shal] 

be complete. 

T Our warfare is nearer over, than when we 
last did meet , 
Who next shall leave the army, to walk tba 
golden street ? 



^6 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

No matter which, my bretliren, if Jesus gives 

the call ; 
If I'm tlie next poor pilgrim, with Christ I'll 

leave you all. 
8 Come let us sing his praises, lest we should 

meet no more. 
Till Jesus lands his army on the eternal 

shore ; 
Sing glory hallelujah, sweet Jesus, quickly 

come, 
Prepare us lor thy glory, and call thy ser 

vants home. 



122. CM 

MY soul doth magnify the Lord, 
]My spirit doth rejoice. 
In God, my Saviour and my King ; 
I hear his joyful voice. 

2 I need not go abroad for joys, 

I have a feast at home ; 
My sighs arc turned into songs. 
The Comforter is come. 

3 Down from above, the blessed Dove 

Is come into my breast. 
To witness God's eternal love ; 
This is my joyful feast. 

4 This makes me Abba Father cry, 

With confidence of soul ; 
This makes me cry, my Lord, my God, 
And that without control. 

5 There is a stream, which issues forth 

From God's eternal throne, 
And from the Lamb, a living stream. 
As clear as crystal stone : 

6 This stream doth water Paradise. 

It makes the angels sing * 



SPIRITUAL SO^SGS. 377 

One cordial drop revives my soul, 
Wiience all my joys do spring". 

7 Such joys as are unspeakable, 

And lull of glory too ; 
Sucli hidden manna, hidden pearls, 
As worldling's do not know. 

8 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard. 

From fancy 'tis conceaPd, 
What thou, Lord, hast laid up for thine. 
And hast to me reveal'd. 

9 I see thy face, I hear thy voice, 

I taste thy sweetest love ; 
My soul doth leap ; but O I for wings, 
The wings of Noali's dove I 

10 Then would I fly far hence away. 

Leaving this world of sin ; 
Then would my Lord reach forth his hand, 
And kindly take me in. 

11 Then would my soul with angels feast. 

On joys that ever last ; 
Blest be my God, the God of joys, 
Wlio gives me here a taste. 



123. 

God^s dealings to his children are all for the best. 

MY soiil, now arise ; my passions, take 
wing ; 
Look up to the skies, and cheerfully sing; 
Let God be the object, in praises address'd. 
And this be my subject, ' 'tis for all the best' 
2 Search all the world througli ; examine and 
see ; 
And what canst thou view, more suited to 
thee. 



378 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Than this declaration, in scripture express'*.. 
That God, tliy salvation, * does all for the best.* 

3 Though liere day by day his love shall see 

good 
Upon me to lay his fatherly rod, 
Yet be not dejected, however oppress'd; 
Tliough soreiy atHicted, ' 'tis all lor the best.' 

4 On creatui'es below I'll not set my heart, 
For surely I know "we shortly must part; 
For though wlien God gives them his name 's 

to be bless'd. 
Yet when he removes them ' 'tis all for tlie 
best.' 

5 But O tlie bless'd day ! (and soon 'twill arise,) 
When freed from my clay, I'll mount to 

the skies ; 
And when I do enter my heavenly rest, 
I'll there sing for ever ' 'twas all for the best.' 



124. lis. 

The dying Christian. 

MY soul 's full of glory, inspiring my 
tongue ; 
Could I meet with angels, I'd sing them a 

song, 
I'd sing of my Jesus, and tell of his charms. 
And beg them to bear me to liis loving arms 

2 Met! links they're descending to hear while 

I sing. 
Well pleas'd to hear mortals a praising their 
King ; 

angels ! O angels ! my soul 's in a flame, 

1 faint in sweet raptures at Jesus's name. 

3 O Jesus I O Jesus 1 thou balm of my soul, 
'Iwas thou, my dear Jesus, that made my 

heart whole; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS 379 

O, bring- me to view thcc, tliou precious- 

sweet King, 
In oceans of glory thy praises to sing. 

4 O heaven ! sweet heaven ! I long to be there, 
To meet all my brethren, and Jesus, my dear ; 
Come angels, come angels, I'm ready to fly ; 
Come quickly, convey me to God in the sky. 

5 Sweet Spirits attend me, till Jesus shall 

come ; 
Protect and defend me, till I am call'd 

home ; 
Tho' worms my poor body may claim as 

their prey, 
*Twill outshine, when rising, the sun at 

noon ddy. 

6 The sun shall be darken'd, the moon turn'd 

to lilood. 
The mountains all melt at the presence of 

God ; 
Red lightnings may flash, loud thmiders 

may roar — 
All this cannot daunt me, on Canaan's blest 

shore. 

A glimpse of bright glory surprises my soul, 
} sink in sweet raptures to view the bright 

goal; 
My soul, while I'm singing, is leaping to go, 
This moment for heaven I'd leave all below 

8 Farewell, my dear brethren, my Lord bids 

me come ; 
Farewell, my dear sisters, I'm now going 

home. 
Bright angels, now whispering so sweet in 

my ear. 
Away to my Saviour, my spirit will be^ii. 



80 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

9 I'm going-, I'm goino-. but what do T see ? 
'Tis Jesus in glory appears unto me I 
I'm going-, I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone 
O glory I O glory I 'tis done, it is done. 



125. 7s. 

"pyOW begin the lieavenly theme, 
■^^ Sing aloud in Jesus' name; 
Ye who his salvation prove. 
Triumph in redeeming love. 

2 Ye who see the Father's grace, 
Beaming in the Saviour's face; 
As to Canaan on ye move, 
Bless and praise redeeming love. 

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, 
Banish all your guilty fears ; 

See 3^our guilt and curse remove, 
Canccll'd by redeeming love. 

4 Ye, alas ! who long have been 
Willing slaves to death and sin, 
Now from bliss no longer rove. 
Stop and taste redeeming love. 

5 Welcome all by sin opprcss'd, 
Welcome to his sacred rest ; 
Nothing brought him from above. 
Nothing but redeeming love. 

C When his spirit leads us home, 
When we to his glory come. 
We shall all the fullness prove 
Of our Lord's redeeming love. 

7 He subdu'd the infernal powers ; 
Those tremendous foes of ours, 
From their cursed empire drove, 
Mighty in redeeming love. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 3^1 

8 Hither, then, 3'our music bring, 
Strike aloud eacli clicerful string ; 
^lortals, join the host above. 
Join to praise redeeming love. 



126. L. M. 

NOW we are met in holy fear, 
To hear the happy saints declare 
TJie rich compassions of a God, 
The virtues of a Saviour's blood. 

2 Jesus, assist them nov^" to tell 

What they have felt, and now tliey feel ; 
O Saviour ! help them to express 
The wonders of triumphant grace. 

3 While to the church they freely own 
What for their souls the Lord hath done 
We'd join to praise eternal love, 

And heighten all the joys above. 



127. 

^^'ER the gloomy liills of darkness 
^^ Look, my soul, be still and gaze ; 
All the promises do travail 
With a glorious day of grace. 
Blessed Jubilee, 
Let tliy glorious morning dawn I 

2 Let the Indian, let the negro, 

Let the rude barbarian see 
That divine and glorious conquest, 

Once obtain'd on Calvary ; 
Let tlie Gospel 
Loud resound from shore to shore. 

3 Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, 

Grant them, Lord, the glorious light? 



382 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Aud from eastern coast to western 
May the morning chase the night, 
And Redemption, 

Freely purchas'd, win the day. 

Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel, 
Win and conquer, never cease ; 

May thy lasting, wide dominions 
Multiply and still increase ; 
Sway thy sceptre, 

Saviour, all the world around. 



12§. L. M. 
Desiring Repentance. 
^~\ GIVE me. Lord, my sins to mourn, 
^^ 3Iy sins which have thy body torn , 
Give me with broken heart to see 
Thy last tremendous agoi v. 

2 O, could I gain the mour ^^xin's height, 
And gaze upon th^e bleeding sight I 
Ah I that, with Salem's daughters, I 
Could stand and see my Saviour die I 

3 I'd smite my breast, and weep and mouiii, 
And never from the cross return ; 

I'd weep o'er an expiring God, 

And mix my tears with Jesus' blood. 

4 I'd hang arouna nis feet and cry, 

' Lord, save my soul, condemn'd to die I* 
O, let a wretch come near thy throne, 
To plead the merits of thy Son. 

5 Father of mercies, drop thy frown, 
Anc /we me shelter in thy Son, 
And with my broken heart comply; 
O, gii'e me Jesus, or I die. 

6 O Lord, deny me what thou wilt, 
OnW relieve me of m}' qmli ; 



SPIRITUAL SOKGS. 3S3 

Good Lord, in mercy hear mc cry, 
And give me Jesus, or I die. 
O, save my soul from g:aping- hell, 
Or else with devils I must dwell ; 
O, miorht I enter, now I'm come • 
Lord Jesus, save me, or I'm gone. 



129. 



O GLORIOUS hope of perfect love ! 
It lifts me up to things above, 
It bears on eagles' wings. 
It gives my ravish'd soul a taste, 
And makes me for some moments feast 
With Jesus, Priest and King. 

2 The tilings eternal I pursue, 
A happiness beyond the view 

Of those who vainly pant 
For things by nature felt and seen ; 
Their honour, -wealth, and pleasures mean 

I neither have nor want. 

3 Nothing on earth I call my own, 
A stranger, to the world unknown, 

I all their goods despise ; 
I trample on their w^hole delight, 
I seek a country out of sight, 

A country in the skies : 

4 There is my house and portion fair, 
IMy treasure and my heart are there. 

And my abiding home ; 
For me jny elder brethren stay, 
And angels beckon me aw^ay. 

And Jesus bids me come. 

5 I come, my Lord, thy servant cries, 
I come to meet thee in the skies, 

And claim my heavenly restj 



384 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Now let the pilgrim's journey end, 
Now O my Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
Receive me to thy breast. 



130. 

f^ HAPPY time, long waited for, 

^^ The comfort of my heart ; 

Since I have met the saints once more, 

O, may we never part ! 
Temptations cease to break my peace, 

And all my sorrows die ; 
When I with you my love renew, 

O, what a heaven have I ! 
S My sorrow's past, and I at last 

Have heavenly comforts found ; 
My heart to Jesus I have given. 

And I'm for Canaan bound. 
If fellowship with saints below. 

Is to our souls so sweet. 
What heavenly comforts shall we know 

When round his throne we meet ! 

3 While here we sit and sing his love, 

With rapture so divine. 
With patience more like those above, 

While in these songs we join, 
Our hearts arc fill'd with holy zeal, 

We long to see the King; 
We long to reach those heavenly hills, 

Where saints and angels sing. 

4 Sinners, come try, you that stand by. 

You may be happy too ; 
Christ died for all, that on him call, 

Sinners, he died for you. 
If I could know which of you'd go, 

I'd take you by the hand, 
And lead you on the way Christ's gono 

Toward the heavenly land. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 385 

5 On the other hand, if you will stand 

Just on the brink of hell, 
ril first you warn, then my back turn, 

And bid you all farewell ; 
For 1 must ^o to Christ, I know, 

I lontr with him to dwell ; 
The saints, also, will bid you adieu ; 

Poor simiers all farewell. 



131. lis. 

OHOW I liave long'd for the coming of 
God, 
And sought him by praying and searching- 

his word ! 
By watching and mourning my soul was 

oppress'd, 
Nor could I give over till sinners were bless'd. 

2 The tokens of mercy at length do appear ; 
According to promise he answer'd my prayer; 
The prospects now open'd do gladden mv 

soul ; 
Salvation from Zion 's beginning to roll. 

3 The good news of mercy is spreading abroad, 
And sinners are crying and turning to God; 
The tears of contrition now pour like a flood, 
And many find favour in Jesus's blood. 

4 Here's more, my dear Saviour, that fall at 

thy feet, 
Oppress'd by a burden enormously great; 
O, raise them, dear Jesus, to tell of thy love, 
And sing of thy glory like angels above. 

5 Shout, all the creation, below and above, 
Ascribing salvation to Jesus's love ; 
Break forth into singingf, ye trees of ibe 

wood, 
For Jesus is bringing lost smners to God 
R 



386 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

6 Let all who have being rejoice now and sing; 
O God, make the nations with praises to 

ring-, 
With loud acclamations of Jcsus's love^ 
And carry us up to the city above. 

7 We'll wait for thy chariot, it seems to draw 

near ; 

come, my dear Saviour, let glor}' appear • 

1 long to be singing and shouting above, 
With annrels o'ervvhchn'd in tlie ocean of lova 



Biggs' Collection.] 132. 
The Soul in triumph. 

O JESUS, my Saviour, I know thou art 
mine, 
For thee all the pleasures of life I'd resign i 
Of objects most pleasing, I love thee the best. 
Without thee I'm wretched, but with thee 
I'm blest. 

2 Thou art my rich treasure, my joy and my 

love ; 
No richer, indeed, are tlie angels above ; 
For thee all the pleasures of sense I'd foregOi 
And wander a pilgrim distressed below. 

3 Thy Spirit first taught me to know I wa* 

blind. 
Then taught me the way of salvation to find ; 
And when I was sinking into l)lack despair, 
My Saviour reliev'd me, and bid me not fear. 

4 In vain I attempt to describe w^hat I feel, 
The language of mortals for ever must fail ; 
My Jesus is precious, my soul 's all on flame, 
I'm rais'd in sweet raptures while praising 

his name. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 387 

£ Tho* poor and despised, by failh I now stand. 

Upheld and supported by heaven's kind hand; 

In Jesus supported, I'll praise his dear name, 

Reg^ardless ot' censure, of praise, or of blamek 
6 I find hiin in singingf, I find him in prayer, 

In sweet meditation he always is near ; 

My constant companion, O may we not part! 

All glory to Jesus, he dwells in my heart* 
1 If ever I lov'd, sure I love thee, my Lord ; 

I love thy dear people, thy ways and thj 
word ; 

I love all creation, I love sinners too, 

Since Jesus has died to redeem them from 
woe. 
B I'm happy in Christ, I regard not the proud, 

Though binners despise mc for singing so 
loud ; 

For death will soon call mc, and then I shaH 

To praise my dear Jesus, in mansions on high. 
9 When millions of ages my soul shall employ, 
In praisintf my Saviour, my Life, and my Joy ; 
The glorified spirits and angels around. 
Will all be delighted to join tlie glad sound* 



133. 

O JESUS, my Saviour, to thee I submft, 
Through love and thanksgiving fall 
down at thy feet ; 
Accept my poor off'ring of soul, flesh and 

blood, 
Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord, and my 
God. 

9 I love *hee, I love thee, I love thee, my Lord | 
I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, my Godj 



388 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

I love tliee, I love thee, and that thou dost 

know, 
Bat how much I love thoc, I never shall show. 

3 All human expressions are empty and vain, 
They cannot unriddle the heavenly flame ; 
I'm sure, if tlie language of angels I liad, 
I could not the mystery completely describe. 

4 I'm happy, I'm happy, O Vv'ondrous account I 
My joys are immortal, I stand on the mount. 
And gaze on my treasure, and long to be 

there. 
With angels my kindred, and Jesus my dear. 

5 O Jesus, my Saviour, in thee I am bless'd. 
My joy and my portion, my life and my peace ; 
Thy name is my theme, and tliy love is my 

song, 
Thy charms do inspire my heart and my 
tongue. 

6 O, who is like Jesus ? He 's Salem's bright 

King ; 
He loves me, and guides me, and learns me 

to sing; 
I'll praise him, I'll praise him, in notes loud 

and shrill. 
While rivers of pleasure my spirits do filL 



134. 

OLORD of hosts, my God and King, 
Thou maker of my frame, 
O, teach my youthful lips to sing, 

In praise of thy great name. 
They say I am a sinner born. 
The stain lies deep within ; 
O, may thy grace my base heart tum^ 
And cleanse my soul from sin. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

2 Lord, Satan will my soul destroy, 

Unless tliou intcrlcre ; 
With cruel rage, malicious joy, 

He will my body tear. 
Prevent it, Lord, for Jesus* sake, 

Who bled, and groan'd, and died ; 
O, may I shelter in him take, 

And in him safely hide. 

3 Lord Jesus, teach me what I am, 

Ajid give me grace to learn, 
In all thy ways to jiraise thy name; 

O, keep me safe from harm ; 
And then thy goodness I shall know, 

And praise thee more sincere, 
And look on all things here be'ow 

With views as light as they are. 

4 Prepare me in this world below. 

For brighter worlds above. 
Where sin and sorrow never go. 

But all are filfd v/ith love. 
O, may I praise the Lord on high. 

In strong, immortal strains, 
Where heavenly pleasures never die, 

But God in glory reigns. 



135. 

OMAY I worthy prove, to see 
The saints in full prosperity ; 
To see the bright, the glittering Bride, 
Close seated by her Saviour's side, 

Hallelujah. 
O, may I find some humble seat. 
Beneath my dear Redeemer's feet; 
A servant, as before I've been. 
And sing salvation to my King, 
Hallelujah. 



90 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

3 I'm glad that I am born to die : 
From grief and woe my soul shall fly{| 
Briglit angels shall convey me home, 
Away to new Jerusalem, 

Hallelujah, 

4 I'll praise my Maker while I've breath ! 
I hope to praise him after death; 

I hope to praise him when I die. 
And shout salvation as I fly, 
Hallelujah. 

5 Farewell, vain world, I'm going homC/ 
My Saviour smiles, and bids me come 
Sweet angels beckon me away, 

To sing God's praise in endless day, 
Hallclujali. 

6 I soon shall pass the vale of death, 
And in his arms I'll lose my breath 
And then my hapi)y soul shall tell, 
My Jesus hath done all things well. 

Hallelujah. 

7 I soon shall hear the awful sound, 

* Awake, ye nations under ground ; 
Arise and drop your dying shrouds. 
And meet King Jesus in the clouds, 

Hallelujah.' 

8 When to that blessed world I rise, 
And join the anthems in the skies. 
This note above the rest shall swell, 

* Mv Jesus hath done all things well, 

Hallelujah.' 

9 Then shall I see my blessed God, 
And praise him in liis bright abode; 
My theme to all eternity, 

Shall 'Glory, glory, glory' be, 
Hallelujah. 



o 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 391 

136. L. ]\I. 

NCE in this world I wandcr'd forth, 
Not knowing- what my soul w^as worth , 
But now I see it is worth more 
Than all the world laid up in store. 

2 From my distress Christ did me take, 
A faithful soldier for to make ; 
Then led me to Mount Calvary, 

His blecdinn^ wounds there for to see. 

3 His blessed temples stain'd with blood, 
That ever meditated j^ood ; 

His blessed feet w^ere nailed dowTi, 
With thorns they platted hinrv a crown. 

4 At the commencement of this scene. 
The sun was not in briglitness seen; 
But darkness spread all o*er the plain, 
The tern pie- vail was rent in twain. 

5 Though Christ they hmig upon a tree. 
Was kind and merciful 3'ou see ; 
vSayinjjf, ' Father, spare the wicked crew, 
For they know naught of what they do.' 

6 To the opposing standers by, 
Remember that you soon must die ; 
And then to judgment you must pro, 
If unprepared sent down tc woe. 

7 There will you then a weeping be, 
And gnashing teeth there you will see; 
With dismal screaming all around, 

No intermission to be found. 

8 In the dark caverns of despair, 
Your guilty fetters you must wear ; 
Then iron bands there you must gnaw, 
For disobeying God's righteous law. 
Sinners, to you I loudly call, 

Both rich and poor, and great and small 



392 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

O come, draw near, behold and see 
What my Redeemer 's done for me. 

10 My soiil from sin and bondage freed^ 
When Christ for me did intercede ; 
Then led me forth to pastures green. 
Where waters flow with crystal stream 

11 You that on me with wonder gaze, 
Look to yourselves with great amaze; 
If you your danger once could see, 
You'd quickly turn and follow me. 

12 Let me invite you now to-day, 
To come to Jesus while you may. 
For fear to-morrow will be too late. 
And you must share the rich man's fate 

13 And now the water I embrace. 

My soul renew'd by heavenly grace ; 
When Jesus shows to me the way. 
Why should I longer from it stay ? 



137. P.M. 

ONE spark, O God ! of heavenly fire 
Awakes my heart with warm desire 
To reach the realms above ; 
Immortal glories round me shine, 
I drink the streams of joy divine. 
And sing redeeming love. 

2 O, could I wing my way in haste, 
Socn with bright seraphs would I feast. 

And join their sweet employ ; 
I'd glide along the heavenly stream, 
And join their most exalted theme 

Of everlasting joy. 

3 Too mean this little globe for me 
Nor will I e'er contented be 

With things that are so vain 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 393 

Its greatest treasures arc but dross, 
Its grandeur short, its pleasures cross'd, 
Its joys all mix'd with pain. 

4 Bat resting in my Saviour's arms, 
My soul enjoys transporting- charms 

Of everlasting love, 
There 's life, there 's joy, there's settled peace. 
And friendship that v/lU never cease, 

A rock that cannot move. 

5 Soar, then, my soul, stretch every thought. 
To meet within the heavenly court. 

Above this mortal orb ; 
There with the angels let me rise. 
And find my seat above the skies. 

Where sins no more disturb. 

6 There, vrith an everlasting band 

Of kinlred saints, at God's right hand. 

My thirsty spirit move. 
To so ir, to shout, to reign, to rest, 
For ever and for ever blest. 

In realms of endless love. 



13§. 



ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
And cast a wistful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land. 

Where my possessions lie. 
O, the transporting, rapt'rous scene 

That rises to my sight 1 
Sweet fields, array'd in living green. 
And rivers of delight 
2 There gen'rous fruits, that never fail, 
On trees immortal grow ; 
There rocks and hills, and brooks and Viiles, 
With milk and honey flow. 
R2 



304 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

All o'er those wide extended plains, 

Shines one eternal day ; 
There God, tlie Son, for ever reigns, 

And scatters night away. 

3 No chilling winds or poisonous breath 

Can reach that healthful shore; 
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death. 

Are felt and fear'd no more. 
Wlien sliall I reach that happy place, 

And be for ever bless'd ? 
When shall I see my Father's face. 

And in his bosom rest ? 

4 Fill'd with delight, my raptur'd soul 

Can here no longer stay ; 
Though Jordan's waves around me roll. 

Fearless I'd launch away. 
There on those high and tiowery plains. 

Our spirits ne'er shall tire; 
But in perpetual, joyful strains, 

Redeemingr love admire. 



J. Straphan.] 139. 
Heathen. 

ON wings of faith mount up, my soul^ 
and rise ; 
View tliine inheritance beyond the skies ; 
Nor heart can think, nor mortal tongue caji 

tell 
What endless pleasures in those mansion* 
du-cll ; 
Here our Redeemer lives, all bright and 

glorious, 
O'er sin, and death, and hell he reigns 
victorious. 
2 No gnawing grief, no sad, heart-rending pain 
In that blest country can admission gain ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 395 

No sorrow there, no soul-tormenting fear, 
For God's own hand shall wipe the falUng 
tear. 
Here our Redeemer lives, &cc. 

3 Before tlie throne a crystal river glides ; 
Immortil verdure decks its cheerful pidea ; 
Here the fair Tree of Life majestic rears 
Its blooming- head, and sovereign virtue bears- 
Here our Redeemer lives, <&c. 

4 No rising sun his needless beams displays; 
No sickly moon emits her feeble rays : 
The Godhead here celestial glory sheds, 
Th' exalted Lamb eternal radiance spreads. 

Here our Redeemer lives, &:c. 

6 One distant glimpse my eager passion fires ; 
Jesus, to thee my longing soul aspires I 
When shall I at my heavenly home arrive ? 
When leave tliis earth, and wJien begin to 
live ? 
For here my Saviour is all bright and glo- 
rious, 
O'er sin, and death, and hell he reigns vic- 
torious. 
# 

140. 

OTELL me no more of this vain world's 
store, 
The time for such trifles with me now is o'er; 
A country I've found, where true joys 

abound. 
To dwell I'm determin'd, on that happy 
ground. 

2 The souls that believe, in Paradise live 
And me in that number will Jesus receive 



896 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

My soul don't delay, he calls thee away, 
Rise, follow the Saviour, and bless the glaxi 
day. 

3 No mortal doth know what he can bestow , 
What light, strength and comfort — go ailei 

him, go, 
Lo ! onward I move to a country above, 
None guesses how wondrous my journey 

will prove. 

4 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell 

and sin ; 
*Midst outward affliction, shall feel Christ 

within; 
And when I'm to die, * Receive me,' I'll cry, 
For Jesus has lov'd me, I cannot tell why. 

5 But still I do find, we two are so join'd. 
He'll not live in glory, and leave me behind. 
So, this is the race I'm running thro' grace. 
Henceforth, till admitted to see my Lord's 

face. 

6 And now I'm in care, my neighbours may 

share 
Those blessings ; to seek them will none of 

you dare ? 
In bondage, O why, and death, will you lio, 
When one here assures you free grace is sc 

nisfh ? 



141. CM. 

OTHAT I had a bosom friend, 
To tell my secrets to; 
On whose advice I might depend, 

In every thing I do. 
How do I wander up and down, 
And no one pities me ! 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 397 

seem a stranger quite unknown, 
A son of misery. 

3 None lends an ear to my complaint, 

Nor minds my cries or tears; 
None comes to cheer me though I faint. 
Nor my vast burden bears. 

4 Whilst others live in mirth and ease, 

And feel no want or woe, 
Through this waste, howling wilderness, 
I full of sorrow go. 

h O, faithless soul I to reason thus. 
And murmur without end ; 
Did Christ expire upon the cross, 
And is he not thy friend ? 

6 Why dost thou envy carnal men, 

Ajid think their state so blest? 
How great salvation hast thou seen. 
And Jesus is thy rest I 

7 What can this lower world aiFord, 

Compar'd with Gospel grace ? 
Thy happiness is in the Lord, 
And thou shalt see his face. 

8 Can present grief l>e counted great, 

Compar'd with future woes ? 
Will transient pleasures seem so sweet, 
Compar'd with endless joys ? 

9 How soon will God withdraw the scene, 

And burn the world he made I 
Then woe to sinful, carnal men ; 
My soul, lift up thy head. 

I Thy Saviour is thy real friend, 
Constant, and true, and good ; 
He will be with thee to the end, 
Ajid bring thee safe to God. 



398 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

11 Then why, my soul, art thou so sad.' 
Wlien will thy sighs be o'er ? 
Rejoice in Jesus, and be glad, 
Rejoice for evermore. 



142. 

OTIIOU God of my salvation, 
My Redeemer from all sin ; 
Mov'd to this by great compassion, 
Yearning bowels from within ; 

I would praise thee. 
Where shall I thy praise begin ? 

2 While the angels choirs are crying, 

'Glory to the great I AM,' 
I with them would still be vying, 
* Glory, glory to the Lamb ;' 

O, how precious 
Is the sound of Jesus' name I 

3 Now I see with joy and wonder, 

AVhence those healing streams arose 
Angels' minds are lost, to ponder 
Dying love's mysterious cause ; 

Yet the blessing, 
Down in love to me it flows. 

4 Though unseen, I love the Saviour ; 

He almighty grace has shown ; 
Pardon'd guilt and purchas'd favour, 
This to mortals he makes known ; 

Give him glory. 
Glory, glory is his own. 

5 Angels now are hov'ring round us, 

Unperceiv'd they mix the throng, 
Wond'ring at the grace that crown us. 
Glad to join our holy song ; 

Hallelujah, 
Love and praise to Christ belong. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 399 

143. P.M. 

OTHOU, in whose presence my soul 
takes dcliglit, 
On whom in atHiction I call ; 
My comfort by day, and my song in the night, 

^ly hope, my salvation, my all ; 
Where dost tiiou at noontide resort with thy 
slieep, 
To feed on the pastures of love ? 
For why in the valley of death should I weep, 
Or alone in the wilderness rove ? 

2 O, why should I wander an alien from tliee. 

Or cry in the desert for bread ? 
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they 
see, 

And smile at the tears I have shed. 
Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen 

The star that on Israci shone ? 
Say, if in your tents my Beloved has been, 

And where with liis flock he has gone ? 

3 This is my Beloved : His form is divine, 

His vestment sheds odours around ; 
The locks on his head are as grapes on th« 
vine, 

When autumn with plenty is crown'd. 
The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow 

In the vales on the b^nks of the streams^ 
His cheeks in the beauty of excellence glow 

And his eyes are as quivers of beams, 

4 His voice, as the sound of a dulcimer sweet, 

Is heard through the shadows of death ; 
The cedars of Lebanon buw at his feet, 

And tlie air is {)erfum'd by his breath. 
His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow, 

That waters the garden of grace ; 



400 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

From whence their salvation the Gentile 
shall know, 
And bask in the smiles of his face. 

5 Love sits in his eye-lids, and scatters delight 

Through all the bright mansions on high; 
Their faces the cherubim veil in his sight, 

And tremble witli fulhiess of joy. 
He looks, and ten thousand of angels rejoice. 

And myriads wait for his word ; 
He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice 

Re-echoes the praise of her Lord. 

6 His vestment of righteousness, who shall 

describe ? 
Its purity words would defile ; 
The heavens from his presence fresh beauty 
imbibe, 
And earth is made rich by his smile. 
Such is my Beloved, in excellence bright, 

When pleas'd he looks down from above ; 
Like the morn, when lie breathes from the 
chambers of light. 
And comforts his people with love. 

7 But v^hen armed with vengeance, with ter- 

ror he comes, 
Tlie nations rebellious to tame. 
The reins of omnipotent power he assumes, 

And rides on a chariot of flame ; 
A two-edged sword from his mouth issues 
forth. 
Bright quivers of fire are his eyes ; 
He speaks, the black tempests are seen in 
the north. 
And storms from their caverns arise. 

8 Ten thousand destructions, that wait foi 

his word. 
And ride on the wings of his breath, 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 401 

Fly swifl as the wind, at the nod of their 
Lord, 
And deal out the arrows of death ; 
His cloud-bursting thunders, tiieir voices ro- 
sound 
Through all the vast regions on high 
Till from the deep centre loud echoes re- 
bound, 
To meet the quick flames in the sky. 

9 The portaJs of heaven at his bidding obey, 
And expand, ere his banners appear , 
Earth trembles beneath, till her mountains 
give way. 
And hell shakes her fetters with fear. 
When he treads on the clouds at the dust 
of his feet, 
Ajid grasps the big storms in his hand ; 
What eye the fierce glance of his anger 
can meet. 
Or who in his presence shall stand ? 



144. 10s. 
Praise for salvation through the hlood of Christ. 

OUR Saviour alone, the Lord, let us bless, 
Who reigns on his throne the Prince 
of our peace ; 
W^ho evermore saves us by shedding his 

blood , 
All hail I holy Jesus, our Lord and our God ! 

2 We thankfully sing thy glory and praise, 
Thou merciful spring of pity and grace ; 
Thy kindness for ever to men we will teU, 
And say our dear Saviour redeems us from 
hell. 



402 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

3 PreFcrve us in love while here we abide, 
O never remove thy presence, nor hide 
Thy glorious salvation till each of us see 
With joy tiie blest vision completed in the* 



145. 

OYE immortal throng 
Of angels round the throne. 
Join with our feeble song 

To make our Saviour known , 
On earth ye knew lis wondrous grace, 
His l)eauteous face in heaven ye view. 
Ye sav/ the heaven-born child 

In human flesh array M, 
Benevolent and mild, 

While in the manger laid ; 
And praise to God, and peace on earth. 
For such a birth, proclaim aloud. 
Ye in the wilderness 

Beheld the tempter spoil'd, 
Well known in every dress, 

In every combat foil'd ; 
And joy'd to crown the victor's head, 
When Satan fled before his frown. 
Around the bloody tree 

Ye press'd with strong desire. 
That wond/ous sight to see. 

The Lord of life expire ; 
And could your eyes have known a tear, 
Had dropt it there in sad surprise. 
Around his sacred tomb, 

A willing watch you keep ; 
Till the blest moment come 

To rouse him from his sleep : 
Then roll'd the stone, and all ador'd 
Your rising Lord witli joy unknown 



SPIRITUAL SO.NGS. 403 

6 When all array'd in light. 

The shining conqueror rode, 
Ye hail'd iiis rapturous flit^ht 

Up to the throne of God : 
And wav'd around your golden wings, 
And struck your strings of sweetest sourw} 

7 The warbling notes pursue. 

And louder anthems raise ; 
While mortals sing with you, 

Their own Redeemer's })raise : 
And thou my heart with equal flame, 
And joy the same, perform thy part 



Xewton.] 146. 

PRECIOUS Bible I what a treasure 
Does the word of God afford I 
All I want for life or pleasure, 

Food and med'cine, shield and sword, 
Let the world account me poor, 
Having this I need no more. 
Food to which the world 's a stranger. 

Here my hungry soul enjoys ; 
Of excess there is no danger, 

Tho' it fills, it never cloys ; 
On a dying Cin-ist I feed. 
He is meat and drink indeed I 
When my faith is weak and sickly, 

Or when Satan wounds my mind ; 
Cordials to revive me quickly. 

Healing mcd'cines here I find; 
To the promises I flee. 
Each affords a remedy. 
In the hour of dark temptation, 

Satan cannot make me yield ; 
For the word of consolation 

Is to me a mighty shield ; 



404 SPIRITUAL SONGS 

While the scripture truths are sure, 
From his malice I'm secure. 

5 Vain his threats to overcome me 

When I take the Spirit's sword ; 
Then with ease I drive him from me, 

Satan trembles at the word. 
'Tis a sword for conquest made, 
Keen the edge and strong the blade. 

6 Shall I envy then the miser, 

Doting on his golden store : 
Sure I am, or should be wiser, 

I am rich, 'tis he is poor ; 
Jesus gives me in his word, 
Food and med'cine, shield and sword* 



14T. 

aUITE weary, near to faint, 
I my sad state deplore ; 
I would myself with God acquaint, 

But 'tis not in my power. 
I know my dangerous state. 

Still carnal, sold to sin : 
Corrupt, impure, degenerate. 
Have all my doings been. 

2 How mxany gracious days 

Have I misspent and lost, 
Lov'd to frequent unholy ways, 

And made of sin my boast I 
Alas I those days are gone. 

Those golden days are o'er ; 
The Gospel hero, tlizt lately shone, 

Perhaps may shine no more. 

3 O, whither shall I fly, 

If God has me forsook ? 
To whom may I for mercy cry, 
Or where for refuge look? 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 405 

How shall I meet the Lord, 

Or liow his anger bear, 
Wlicn I shall see his flaming sword 

And banner in the air ? 

4 When, by the trumpet's sound, 

The dead to life shall come, 
And all who slumber under ground 

Shall rise to know tiieir doom ; 
When time shall have an end, 

When Jesus, on a cloud, 
Shall with his angel host descend^ 

And with the trump of God. 

5 O Lord, my crimes forgive, 

If I may be forgiven ; 
And with thy cliosen, me receive, 

When thou shalt come from heaven. 
Spare me, in mercy spare ; 

O, wash and make me clean, 
And fit me for the time when here 

I shall no more be seen. 



R 



148. 

Tunc — Knoxville. 
EJOICE, my friends, the Lord is King, 



Let all prepare to take him in ; 
Let Jacob rise, and Zion sing, 
And all the world in praises ring 
And give to Jesus glory. 

2 O may the samts of every name 
Unite to serve the bleeding LamD; 
IVIay jars and discord cease to flame, 
And all the Saviour's love proclaim, 

And give, &c. 

3 I long to see all Christians join 
In union sweet and love divine, 



406 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

When evVy church with grace shall shine» 
And grow in Christ, the living vine, 
And give, &c. 

4 O may the desert lands rejoice, 

And mourners hear the bridegroom's voicc^ 
While songs of praise each tongue employaw 
And all obtain immortal joys, 
And give, Slc. 

5 Come, parents, children, bond and fieej 
Come, will you go to heaven with me, 
That glorious land of rest to see, 
And shout with God eternally, 

And give, &c. 

6 Come, who will march to win the prize* 
And take the kingdom in the skies ? 
There love and union never dies. 

But always flows through paradise, 
And give, &-c. 

7 My soul growls happy while I sing, 
I led that I am on the wing ; 

I'll shout Salvation to my King, 
Till I to heaven my trophies bring, 
And give, &c. 

6 A few more days of pain and woe, 
A few more sulf 'ring scenes below, 
And then to Jesus we will go. 
Where everlasting pleasures flow, 
And give, &c. 

9 That awful trumpet soon will sounds 
And shake the vast creation round; 
And all the nations under ground. 
And all the saints shall there U; crowned. 
And give, &c 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 40* 

140. L. M. 

RE.^IE:\IBER now, my children dear. 
In youtli your great Creator God ; 
O seek tJie Saviour wiiile lie *s near, 
Trust in his all-atoning blood. 

2 Your souls will perish, if you die 

Without the Saviour and his grace ; 
In pain and torture you must lie 
Eternal ages in disgrace. 

3 From God, the Ocean of all bliss, 

An exile you'll for ever be ; 
Enwrapt in clouds of endless night. 
You'll spend a long eternity. 

4 Parted from God, the source of good. 

From Jesus, saints, and ang-els too ; 
From all that 's good, from all that 's great, 
Sunk down in shades of endless woe i 

^ Too much ; my soul, how canst thou beai 
To part with children now so dear ? 
Come, children, to the bleeding Lamb, 
He'll wipe away each flowing tear. 

6 He'll make you happy, give you rest; 

Give comtbrt too and joys divine ; 
You'll conquer sin, and death and hell, 
And then with saints in glory shine 

7 My loving children, now begin 

To seek the Lord ; repent of sin ; 
O flee to Christ, whose grace divine 
Can make your souls in glory shine* 

8 Jesus, thou all-atoning Lamb, 

Reach out thine arm of power divine, 
Bring them to see thy smiling face ; 
The praise shall be for ever thine. 



408 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

150. 

T> EME:MBER, sinful youth, you must die, 
-■-*^ you must die, 
Remember, sinful youth, you must die; 
Remember, sinful youth, if you hate the 

ways of truth. 
And in your follies boast, you must die, you 

must die. 
And in your follies boast, you must die. 

2 Uncertain are your days, here below, here be- 

low, 
Uncertain are your days here below; 
Uncertain are your days, for God hath man/ 

ways 
To bring you to your grave here below, here 

below. 
To bring you to your grave here below. 

3 The God that rules on high, great I AM, 

great I AM, 
The God that rules on high, great I AM, 
The God that rules on high hath said, and 

cannot lie, 
Impenitents must die and be lost, and be lost, 
Impcnitcnts must die and be lost. 

4 To a dreadful judgment day you are bound, 

you are bound. 
To a dreadiul judgment day you are Jjound; 
To a dreadful judgment day, let youx 

thoughts be what they may, 
How can you yet delay, you are warn'd, 

you are warn'd. 
How can you yet delay, you are warn'd. 

5 Then, O my friends, don't you, I entreaty 

I entreat, 
Then, O m y^ friends, don't you, I entreat. 
Then, O n y friends, don't you your wicked 

wa^ i pursue, 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 4(K^ 

YcAir precious souls are dear, I entreyt, I 
entreat, 

Your precious souls are dear, I entreat. 
6 Then to your Saviour flee, 'scape for litr, 
'scape for life, 

Then to jour Saviour flee, 'scape for life ; 

Then to your Saviour flee, lest death eter- 
nal be 

Your awful destiny, 'scape for hfe, 'srnpe 
for life. 

Your awful destiny, 'scape for life. 



151. L. M. 

RENEW'D by grace, we love the word 
And yield our souls to Christ the Lore . 
Then to the Church ourselves we give, 
In holy fellowship to live. 

2 Lord, may we feel that we are thine, 
And sweetly on thy breast recline. 
Thy name revere, thy word obey, 
And never cease to watch and pray. 

3 May we continue in thy ways. 
Delight to pray, delight to praise. 
Among thy saints abide in love 
Till call'd to shine in realms above. 



Hart.] 152. 
The Gospel. 
irj EPENT, ye sons of men, repent, 
-■-•^ Hear the good tidings God hatli scut, 
Of sinners sav'd and sins forgiven. 
And beggars rais'd to reign in heaven, 
Beggars, beggars, beggars, beggars, beggars, 

rais'd to reign in heaven. 
God sent his Son to die for iis, 
Die to redeem us from the curse: 
S 



410 SPIRITUAL SOAGS. 

He took our weakness, bare our load, 

And dearly bought us witli his blood. 

Dearly, dearly. Sec. 

3 In g-uilt's dark dungeon, where we lajv 
Mercy cried ' spa re ^^ and Justice ' slay ' 
But Jesus answer'd, ' set them free ; 
And pardon thejn^ and punish me.' 

Pardon, pardon, &c. 

4 Salvation is of God alone, 
Life everlasting, in his Son ; 

And he that gave his Son to bleed, 
Will freely give us all we need. 
Freeh^, freely, &c. 
6 Believe the Gospel and rejoice. 

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; 
His goodness praise, his wonders tell, 
Who ranswii'd all our souls from hell 
Ransom'd, ransom'd, &c. 



153. 

TJte rUgrvn's Song. 

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 
Thy better portion trace; 
Rise from transitory things, 

Tow'rd heaven, thy native place. 
Sun, and moon, and stars decay. 

Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
Rise, my soul, and haste away, 

To seats prepared above. 
Rivers to the ocean run. 

Nor stay in all their course ; 
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; 

Both speed them to their source. 
Thus a soul that 's born of God, 

Pants to view his glorious face, 



SPIUITrAL SONGS. 411 

Upward tends, to his abode, 

To rest in his embrace. 
3 Cease ye pilo^rims, cease to mourn, 

Press onward to the prize. 
Soon the Saviour will return. 

Triumphant in the skies ; 
Yet a season, and you know 

Happy entrance will be given, 
All your sorrows left below,- 

And cai'th exclianir'd for heaven 



154. 
^ 071 Baptism. 

SALE^rS bright king, Jesus by name, 
In ancient time to Jordan came 

All righteousness to fill ; 
Twas there tlie ancient Baptist stood, 
Whose name was John, a man of God, 

To do his master's will. 
The holy Jesus did demand 
His riglit to be baptised then. 

The Baptist gave consent ; 
On Jordan's banks they did appear. 
The Baptist and his master dear, 

Then down the bank they went 

3 Down in old Jordan's rolling stream, 
The Baptist led the holy Lamb, 

And there did him baptise ; 
Jehovah saw his darling Son, 
And was well pleas'd in what he'd done. 

And own'd him from the skies. 

4 The opening heaven now complies, 
The Holy Ghost like lightning flies, 

Down from the courts above ; 
And on the holy heavenly Lamb, 



412 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

The Spirit lights and does remain, 

In shape hke a fair dove. 
5 This is my Son, Jehovah cries, 
The echoing voice from glory flies, 

O children, hear ye him ; 
Hark I 'tis his voice, behold he cries. 
Repent, believe, and be baptis'd, 

And wash away your sm. 
G Come children, come, his voice obey, 
Salem's bright Xing has marked the w^ 

And has a crown prepar'd ; 
O then arise and give consent, 
Walk in the way that Jesus went, 

And have the great reward. 

7 Believing children gather round. 
And let your joyful songs abound. 

With cheerful hearts arise ; 
See here is water, here is room, 
A loving Saviour calling. Come, 

O children be baptis'd. 

8 Beliold his servant waiting stands. 
With willing heart and ready hands 

To wait upon the Bride ; 
Ye candidates your hearts prepare. 
And let us join in solemn prayer, 

Down bv the water side. 



155. 

SALVATION I O melodious sound. 
To wretched dying men ! 
Salvation, that from God proceeds. 
And leads to God again. 
2 Rescu'd from hell's eternal gloom. 
From fiends, and fires and chams ; 
Rais'd to a Paradise of bliss. 
Where love triumphant reigns I 



SPIRITUAL SO?iGS. 413 

3 But may a poor bcwildorM soul, 

Sinful and weak as mine, 
Presume to raise a trembling- eye 
To blessings so divine ? 

4 The lustre of so brifrjit a bliss 

My feeble heart o'erbcars, 
And unbelief almost perverts 
The promise into tears. 

5 My Saviour God, no voice but thine 

These dying- hopes can raise 
Speak thy salvation to my soul, 
And turn my prayer to praise. 



156. CM. 

SALVATION : what a glorious plan . 
How suited to our need ! 
The grace that raises fallen man, 
Is wonderful indeed. 

2 Twas Wisdom form'd the vast design, 

To ransom us when lost ; 
And love's unfathomable mine 
Provided all tlie cost. 

3 Strict Justice, with approving look. 

The holy cov'nant seal'd ; 
And Truth and Power undertook 
The whole should be fulfiU'd. 

4 Trutli, AVisdom, Justice, Power and Love, 

In all their glory shone, 
Wlicn Jesus left the courts above, 
And died to save his own. 

5 Truth, Wisdom, Justice, Power, and Love 

Are equally display'd. 
Now Jesus reigns enthron'd above. 
Our Advocate and Head. 



414 SPIRITUAL SOxVGS. 

G Now sill appears c]e::erving death, 
Most hateful and abhorr'd ; 
And yet tlie sinner lives by faith, 
And dares approach the Lord. 



Nev/to.v.] 15 f. 7s. 
Hear what he has done for my soul. 

SAVED by grace, I live to tell 
What the love of Christ hatli dr'vfl 
He redeem'd my soul from hell. 

Of a rebel made a son. 
Oh! I tremble still to think 
How secure I liv'd in sin, 
Sporting" en de,struction's brink. 
Yet prc£erv'd from falling in. 

2 In a kind, propitious hour. 

To my heart the Saviour spoke, 
Touch'd me by his spirit's power, 

xAnd my dangerous slumber broke 
Then I saw and own'd my guilt ; 

Soon my gracious Lord replied, 
' Fear not, I my blood have spilt, 

'Twas for such as thee I died.' 

3 Shame and wonder, joy and love. 

All at once possess'd my heart ; 
Can I hope thy grace to prove. 

After acting such a part? 
* Thou hast greatly sinn'd,' he said, 

* But I freely ail forgive ; 
I myself the debt have paid. 

Now I bid thee rise and live.' 

4 Come my fellow-sinners, try ; 

Jesus' heart is full of love ; 
O, that you, as well as I, 

May his w^ondrous mercy prove. 



SPIRITUAL SO.NGS. 415 

\s he has sent me to declare, 

All is ready, all is free : 
Wily should any soul despair. 

When he sav'd a uTctcli like me ? 



158. 

^AVIOUR, I do feel thy merit, 
^^ Sprinkled with redeeminor blood, 
And my troubled, weary spirit 

Now finds Tc<t in thee, my God. 
I am safe, and I am happy, 

Vv'hilc in thy dear arms I lie ; 
Sin nor Satan cannot hurt me, 

While my Saviour is so nigh. 
Glory, &c. 

2 Now I'll sing- of Jesus' merit, 

Tell the world of his dear najne 
And if any w^ant his spirit. 

He is still the very same. 
He that asketli soon receivcth. 

He that seeks is sure to find, 
Come, for whosoe'er believeth, 

He will never cast behind. 
Glory, <Scu 

3 Now our Advocate is pleading, 

With his Father, and our God 
Now for us he 's interceding". 

As the purchase of his blood. 
"Now, methinks, I hear him praymg, 

' Father, spare them, I liave died ,** 
And the Father answer^, saying, 

' They are freely justified.' 
Glory, &c. 



416 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

159. 8,7. 

Prayer for a Revival 
^AVIOUR, visit thy plantation, 
^^ Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain 
All will come to desolation, 
Unless thou return again. 

'i Keep no longer at a distance, 
Shine upon us from on high ; 
J^est for want of thy assistance, 
Every plant should droop and die, 

3 Surely, once thy garden flourish'd. 

Every plant look'd gay and green; 
Then thy word our spirits nourished ; 
Happy seasons we have seen. 

4 But a drought has since succeeded. 

And a sad decline we see ; 
Lord, thy help is greatly needed. 
Help can only come from thee. 

-^ Where are those we counted leaders, 
FillM with zeal, and love, and truth 
• >[d professors, tall as cedars. 
Bright examples to our youth. 

€ Some, in whom we once delighted, 
We shall meet no more helow; 
Some, alas I we fear are blighted ; 
Scarce a single leaf they show. 

7 y'ounger plants — the sight how pleasant, 
Cover'd thick with blossoms, stood ; 
But they cause us grief at present. 
Frost has nipp'd them in the bud I 

s Dearest Saviour, hasten hither. 

Thou canst make them bloom again 
''>h ! permit them not to wither, 
Let not all our hopes be vain. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 417 

9 Let our mutual love be fervent, 
Make us prevalent in prayers ; 
Let each one esteem'd thy servant, 
Shun the world's bewitching- snares. 
10 Break the tempter's fatal pow'r, 
Turn tlie stony heart to flesh ; 
And begin from this good hour, 
To revive thy work afresh. 



160. 

SAW ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour 
Saw ye my Saviour and God ? 
He died oh Calvary, to atone for you and me, 
And purchase our pardon witii blood. 

2 He was extended, he was extended. 

Shamefully nail'd to the cross ; 
He bow'd his head and died, thus my Lora 
was crucified. 
To atone for our souls that were lost. 

3 Three dreadful hours, three dreadful hours, 

Three dreadful hours in pain; 
The sun refus'd to shine, when the Ma- 
jesty divine 
Was derided, insulted, and slain. 

4 Darkness prevailed, darkness prevailed, 

Darkness prevail'd o'er the land ; 
The solid rocks were rent, through creation's 
vast extent, 
When the Jews crucified the God-man. 

5 When it was finish'd, when it was finish'd, 

Ajid the atonement was made. 
He was taken by the great, and embalm'd 
in spices sweet. 
With the rich in the grave softly laid. 

6 Hail, mighty Saviour I hail, mighty Saviour I 

Prince, and the Author of Peace I 
S2 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

He barst the bands of death, and triumphant 
froni the earth, 
He ascended to mansions of bliss. 
There" interceding, there interceding, 
Pleading that sinners might live ; 
Saying, 'Father, I have died, here behold 
my hands and side, 
To redeem them; I pray thee, forgive.' 
I will forgive them, I will forgive them, 

When they repent and believe ; 
Let them now return to me, and be rccon 
cil'd to thee. 
And salvation tiiey all shall receive.' 

161, 

SEE the fountain open'd w^idc. 
That from pollution frees us, 
Flowing from the precious side 
Of our Immanuel Jesus. 

CHORUS. 

Ho, every one that thirsteth ! 

Come ye to the waters ; 
Freely drink and quench your thirst. 

With Zion's Sons and daughters. 

' Sinners, hear the Saviour's call ; 

Consider what you're doing ; 
Jesus Christ can cleanse you all ; 

Will you not come unto him ? 
I Dying sinners, come and try ; 

These waters will relieve you ; 
Without money come and buy. 

For Christ wuU freely give you 
[ He who drinks shall never die ; 

These waters fail him never ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 415 

Sinners, come and now apply, 
And drink, and live for even 

5 Weeping- Mary, full of grief, 

Applied unto these waters ; 
Jesus gave her full relief 

With Zion's sons and daughters. 

6 See the woman at the v»^ell, 

Disputing with the Saviour ; 

Soon she found that he could tell 

Her all her past behaviour. 

7 When she ask'd, and when she got 

A drink, her heart was flaming; 
She forgot her water-pot, 

And ran to town proclaiming. 
S The thief had only time to drink, 
And tell his doleful story ; 
Jesus gave hira leave to drink; 
He drank, and fled to glory. 
9 Christians, you can fully tell 
Tiie virtues of these waters ; 
Vou were once the heirs of hell, 
Now Zion's sons and dauo-htcrs. 



1€2. CM. 

* ^HE?HEPcDS, rejoice I lifl up j^our eye?, 
^ ' And send your fears away ; 

* Nevv's from tJie regions of the skies ; 

' Salvation 's born, to-day I 
' Jesus, the God, whom angels fear, 

'Comes down to dwell with ycu; 
'To-day he makes his entrance here, 

' But not as nionarchs do. 

' So gold, nor purple swaddling-bands, 
* xSor royal sliining tilings ; 



420 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

*A manger for his cradle stands, 
' And holds the King of kings. 

4 ' Go, Sliepherds, wliere the infant lies, 

' And see liis humble throne ; 
* With tears of joj in all your eyes, 
* Go, Shepherds, kiss the Son.' 

5 Thus Gabriel sang, and strait around 

The heavenly armies throng ; 
Tliey tune tlieir harps to lofty sound. 
And thus conclude the song : 
G ' Glory to God, that reigns above ! 
' Let peace surround the earth ; 
' IMortals shall know their Maker's love, 
' At their Redeemer's birth.' 
7 Lord, and shall Angels have their songs. 
And men no tunes to raise ? 
O, may we lose our useless tongues. 
When we forget to praise 1 
S Glory to God that rciofns above. 
That pitied us forlorn ; 
We join to sing our Maker's love, 
For there 's a Saviour born. 



Xewtox.] 163. 7s. 

Prepare to meet God. 
^IXNER, art thou still secure? 
^^-^ Wilt thou still refuse to pray ? 
Can thy heart or hands endure, 

In the Lord's avenging day ? 
See, his mighty arm is barb'd; 

Awful terrors clothe his brow; 
For his judgment stand prepar'd. 

Thou must either break or bow. 
2 At liis presence nature shakes. 

Earth, affrighted, hastes to flee : 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 421 

Solid mountains melt like wax — 

What will then become of thee ? 
Who liis advent may abide ? 

You that glory in your shame, 
W^ill you find a place to hide, 

When the world is wrapt in flame ? 
3 Then the rich, the great, the wise, 

Tremblincr, guilty, self-condemn'd, 
Must behold the wrathful eyes. 

Of the Judge they once blasphem'd ; 
Where are now tlieir haughty looks ? 

O ! their horror and despair, 
When they see the opcnM books. 

And their dreadful sentence hear I 
i Lord, prepare us by thy grace ; 

Soon we must resign our breath. 
And our souls be call'd to pass 

Through the iron gate of death. 
Let us now our day improve. 

Listen to the Gospel voice ; 
Seek the tilings that are above. 

Scorn the world's pretended joys. 
5 Oh I when flesh and heart shall fail, 

Let thy love our spirits cheer ; 
Strengthen'd thus, we shall prevail 

Over Satan, sin,^ a'nd fear. 
Trusting in thy precious name. 

May we thus our journey end ; 
Then our foes shall lose their aim, 

And the Judge will be our friend. 



Newton.] 164. 

SIN^^ER, hear tlie Saviour's call, 
He now is passing by ; 
He has seen thy grievous thrall. 
And heard thy mournful cry. 



422 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

He has pardons to impart. 

Grace to save thee from thy fears ; 
See the love that fills his heart, 

And wipes away thy tears. 

2 Why art thou afraid to come ; 

And tell him all thy case ? 
He will not pronounce thy doom, 

Nor frown thee from his face ? 
Wilt thou fear Immanuel ? 

Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God, 
Who, to save thy soul from hell, 

Has shed his precious blood ? 

3 Think, how on the cross he hung-, 

Pierc'd with a thousand wounds ; 
Hark ! from each, as with a tongue, 

The voice of pardon sounds I 
See, from all his bursting* veins. 

Blood of v/ondrous virtue flow ; 
Siied to wash away thy stains. 

And ransom thee from woe. 

4 Though his majesty be great. 

His mercy is no less ; 
Though he thy transgressions hate. 

He feels for thy distress. 
By himself the Lord has sworn 

He delights not in thy death ;* 
But invites thee to return. 

That thou may'st live by faith. 

5 Raise thy downcast eyes, and see 

AVhat throngs his throne surround ; 
Tiiese, though sinners once like thee. 

Have full salvation found. 
Yield not then to unbelief. 

While he says * there yet is room ;' 
Though of sinners thou art chief. 

Since Jesus calls thee, come. 

* Ezekiel xxiii. 11. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 423 

165. 

SIXXERS, lift up your heart<» 
The promise to receive ; 
Jesus himself imparts, 

He comes in man to live ; 
The Holy Ghost to man is given, 

Rejoice in God sent down from heavcrv 

2 Jesus is glorified, 

And gives the Comforter, 
His Spirit, to reside 

In all his members here. 
The Holy Ghost, <Scc. 

3 To make an end of sin. 

And Satan's vrork destroy, 
He brings his kingdom in. 

Peace, Riofliteousness and Joy. 
The Holy Ghost, &c. 

i The cleansing blood t' apply, 

The heavenly life display, 
And wholly sanctify. 

And seal us to that day. 
The Holy Ghost, &c. 

5 Sent down to make us meet 
To see his glorious face. 
And grant us eacli a scat 

In that thrice happy place. 
The Holy Ghost, Slc. 

S From heaven he shall once more 
Triumphantly descend, 
And all his saints restore 

To joys that never end ; 
Then, then, when all our joys are given, 
Rejoice in God, rejoice in heaven. 



424 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Newton.] 166« 
The tivo Malefactors. 
^OVEREIGN Grace has power alone 
'^ To subdue a heart of stone ; 
And the moment grace is felt, 
Tlien the hardest heart will melt. 

2 When the Lord was crucified, 
Two transgressors with him died ; 
One, with vile blaspheming tongue, 
ScofF'd at Jesus as he hung. 

3 Thus he spent his wicked breatli, 
In the very jaws of death ; 
Perish'd, as too many do, 

With the Saviour in his view. 

4 But the other, touch'd with grace, 
Saw the danger of his case. 
Faith receiv'd, to own the Lord, 
Whom the scribes and priests abhorrM 

5 ' Lord, (he pray'd,) remember me, 
When in glory thou shalt be ;' 

' Soon with me, (the Lord replies,) 
Thou shalt rest in Paradise.' 

6 This was wondrous grace indeed, 
Grace vouchsafed in time of need : 
Sinners, trust in Jesus' name. 
You shall find him still the same. 

7 But beware of unbelief, 
Think upon the harden'd thief; 
If the Gospel you disdain, 
Christ, to you, will die in vain. 

167. 

^TILL, out of the deepest abyss 
^^ Of trouble, I mournfully cry. 
And pine to recover my peace. 
And see my Redeemer, and die. 



SHRITUAL SO.NGS. 425 

I cannot, I cannot forbear 

These passionate long-ings for home ; 
O, when will my spirit be there ; 

O, when will the messenger come ? 

2 Thy nature I long" to put on, 

Thine image on earth to regain 
And then in the grave to lay down 

This burden of body and pain. 
O Jesus, in pity draw near. 

And lull me to sleep on tliy breast ; 
Appear to my rescue, appear. 

And gather me into thy rest. 

3 To take a poor fugitive in, 

The arms of thy mercy display, 
And give me to rest from all sin. 

And bear me triumphant away ; 
Away from a world of distress, 

x\way to the mansions above ; 
A heaven of seeing thy face, 

A heaven of feeling thy love. 



S 



Xewton.j 168. 
An alarm to Sinners. 
TOP, poor sinner, stop and think, 



Before you farther go ; 
Will you sport upon the brink 

Of everlasting woe ? 
Once again, I charge you, stop ; 

For unless you warning take, 
Ere you are aware, you drop 

Into the burning lake. 

2 Say, have you an arm like God, 
That you his will oppose ? 
Fear you not that iron rod. 

With which he bre^aks his foes? 



426 SPIRITUAL SO^GS. 

Can you stand in that dread day, 
When he judg-ment shall proclaim , 

When the earth shall melt away, 
Like wax before the flame ? 

3 Pale-faced Death will quickly come, 

To drag you to his bar ; 
Then to hear your awful doom, 

Will fiU you with despair. 
All your sins will round you crowd, 

Sins of a blood-crimson dye ; 
Each for vengeance crying loud, 

And what can you reply ? 

4 Tliough your heart be made of steel. 

Your forehead lin'd with brass, 
God at length will make you feel, 

He will not let you pass. 
Sinners tiien in vain will call, 

(Though they now ^lespise his grace,) 
Rocks and mountains on us fall,'*^ 

And liide us from his face. 

3 But as yet there is a hope, 

You may his mercy know ; 
Tliough his arm is lit\ed up, 

He still forbears the blow. 
'Twas for sinners Jesus died. 

Sinners he invites to come ; 
None who come shall be denied. 

He says, 'There still is room.'t 



169. S3. 

STRANGE and mysterious is my life 
What opposites I feel within I 
A stable peace, a constant strife. 

The rule of grace, the power of sin, 

* Rev. vi. IS. \ Luke xiv. 22 



SPIRITLWL SO^Ga 427 

Too often I am captive led, 
And daily triumph in my Head. 

2 I prize the privileg^e of prayer, 

Bat Oh I what backwardness to pray 
Though on the Lord I cast my care, 

I feel its burden every day ; 
I seek his will in all I do^ 
Yet find my own is working too. 

3 I call the promises my own, 

And . rize tliem more than mines of gold ; 
Yet t.:i::li their sweetness I have known, 

Til- .- Lave me mumpressM ajid cold; 
One hour upon the truth I feed. 
The next I know not what I read. 
i I love the holy *day of rest. 

When Jesus meets his gathered saiTits ; 
Sweet day, of all the week the best 1 

For its return my spirit pants ; 
Yet often, through my unbelief. 
It proves a day of guilt and grief. 
') While on my Saviour I rely, 

I know my foes shall lose their aim, 
And tlierefore dare tiicir power defy, 

Assur'd of conquest through his name ; 
But siXtu. my confidence is slain, 
And all my ieors return again. 
C Thus diiF'rent powers within me strive, 

And grace and sin by turns prevail ; 
I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive. 

And vict'ry hangs in doubtful scale ; 
But Jesus has his promise pass'd. 
That grace shall overcome at last. 



s 



iro. 

WEET rivers of redeeming lore, 
Lie just before my eye; 



428 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Had I the pinions of a dove, 

I'd to those rivers fly ; 
I'd rise superior to my pain, 

With joy outstrip the wind ; 
I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main 

And leave the world behind. 



There *s glory, glory in my soul, 

There 's glory all around ; 
There 's glory from the rising sun. 

Until its going down. 

2 While I'm in prison here belaw. 

In anguish and in pain, 
Oft-times those troubles I forego; 

When love surrounds my heart 
In darkest shadows of the night, 

Fait] I mounts tlie upper sky ,* 
I then behold my heart's delight, 

And would rejoice to die. 

3 I view the monster, Death, and smile, 

Now he has lost his sting ; 
Though Satan rages all the while, 

I still the trumpet sing. 
I hold my Saviour in my arms. 

And will not let him go; 
I'm so delighted with his charms, 

No other good I know. 

4 A few more days or years at most, 

My trials will be o'er ; 
I hope to join the heavenly host. 

On Canaan's happy shore. 
My raptur'd soul shall drink and feast. 

In love's unbomided sea ; 
The glorious hope of endless rest. 

Is ravishing to me. 



SPIRITUAL SOI^S. 409 

5 O come my Saviour, come away, 

And bear me through the sky ; 
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay, 

Make haste and bring it nigh. 
I liope to see thy glorious face, 

And in thy image shine ; 
To triumph in victorious grace, 

And be for ever thine. 
G Then will I tune my harp of gold. 

To my eternal King ; 
Through ages that can ne'er be told, 

Will make his praises ring. 
All hail, eternal Son of God, 

Who died on Calvary, 
And sav'd me with his precious blood, 

From endless misery. 
7 Ten thousand, thousand join in one, 

To praise the eternal Three, 
Prostrate before the blazing throne. 

In deep humility. 
They rise and tmie their harps of gold, 

And sweep th' immortal lyre ; 
Through ages that can ne'er be told, 

Shall raise thy praises higher. 



171. 

SWEET the moments, rich in bleesing 
Which before the cross I spend I 
Life, and health, and peace possessing 

From the sinner's dying friend. 
Here I'll sit, for ever viewing 

Mercy flow in streams of blood ; 
Precious drops, my soul bedewing. 

Plead and claim thy peace with Grod. 
Here it is I find my heaven. 

While upon the Lamb I gaze, 



430 SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 

Here I see my sins forgiven, 
Lost in wonder, love, and praise, 
4 !May I still enjoy this feeling-, 
In all need to Jesus go; 

Prove his blood each day more healing, 
And himself more deeply know. 



1T2. CM. 

The universal spread of the Gospel. 

THAT glorious day is dravring nigh, 
When Zion's light shall come ; 
She sliall arise and shine on high, 

Briglit as the rising sun. 
The north and south their sons resign. 

And earth's fomidations bend, 
When, like a bride, Jerusalem 
All glorious, shall descend. 

2 The King vrho wears that glorious crown, 

Tiie azure flaming bow, 
The holy city sliall bring down 

To bless the church below ; 
AVhen Zion's bleeding, conqu'ring King 

Shall sin and death destroy ; 
Tlie morning stars together sing, 

And Zion shout for joy. 

3 The holy, bright, musician band, 

Wlio hold the harps of God, 
On Zion's holy mountain stand, 

In garments ting'd with blood; 
Descending vrith most melting strains, 

Jehovah they'll adore : 
Such shouts, through earth's extensive plains, 

Were never heard before. 

4 Let Satan rage, and boast no more, 

"Nor think his reign is long ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 451 

Though saints are feeble, weak and poor 

Tlieir great Redeemer's strong; 
He is tlicir shield and hiding place, 

A covert from the wind : 
A stream of life, from Christ, the Rock, 

Runs through this weary land. 
5 Tliis crystal stream runs down from heaven ; 

It issues from the throne ; 
The sons of strife away are driven, 

The Church becomes but one. 
This peaceftd union she shall know, 

And live upon his love. 
And sing and shout his name below 

^Vs angels do above. 



ITS. P.M. 

THE glorious light of Zion is spreading 
fax and wide. 
And sinners, they are coming upon tlie Gos- 
pel tide ; 
The conquests of King Jesus in glorious tri- 
umph rise. 
And siimers crowd around him with bitter 
screams and cries. 

2 The sufferings of the Saviour upon Mount 

Calvary 

Are sounding sweet to sinners, as we may 
plainly see ; 

And while the glorious message was circu- 
lating round. 

Some souls, exposed to ruin, redeeming grace 
have found. 

3 And of tliat happy number, I hope that 1 

am one ; 
For Jesus will accompUsh tlie work he ha.s 
begim ; 



432 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

He'll cut it short in righteousness, and I'D 

for ever be 
A monument of mercy, through all eternitj^ 

4 I am but a young convert, who lately did 

enlist, 

A soldier under Jesus, my Prophet, King 
and Priest ; 

I have received my bomity, with it my mar- 
tial dress, 

A ring of love and favour, a robe of right 
eousness. 

5 Then down into the water, where we yoimg 

converts go. 
We serve our Lord and Master, in righteous 

acts below ; 
We lay our sinful bodies beneath the yield- 

ing wave, 
An emblem of the Saviour, when he lay in 

the grave. 

6 Poor sinners, think what Jesus has done for 

you and me ; 
Behold his mangled body, upon the cursed 

tree ; 
His head, his hands, his bleeding side, to you 

we now portray ; 
Come, tell me, brother sinner, how can you 

stay away ? 

7 Come, all ye elder brethren and soldiers of 

the cross. 
Who for the love of Jesus have counted all 

things dross ; 
Come pray for us young converts, that wo 

may travel on, 
To meet you all in glory, where our Re* 

deemer 's gone. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS 433 

174. 

THE Gospel's joyful sound 
Is music in my cars, 
In Jesus I have found 

Relief from all my fears ; 
Darkness to liijlit does now give plaoab 
And all things wear another face. 

6 To God I'm rcconcird, 

I fear no dire alarms; 
He owns me for a child, 

And clasps me in his arms; 
Reliev'd from doubts and every Big\ 
I boldly Abba Father cry. 

3 I cannot fear the law, 

Its thunders loud may roar; 
Since I am sav'd from sin, 

It can demand no more. 
On v/ings of love I mount and fty, 
And Father, iVbba Father, cry. 

4 Death, too, has lost his sting. 

And wears a comely face ; 
I hope to shout and sing. 

E'en in his cold embrace. 
He'll close my eyes and stop my MUm 
But cannot rouse my guilty feari. 

5 When thro' the flaming sky 

I see the Judge descend, 
I'll Abba Father cry. 

And hail him as my friend. 
While standing in the Gospel light. 
There's notliing can ray soul affriglj|i 

€ Now let my joyful eyes 

Flow down in grateful teari, 
Since free adopting grace 
Hav bonish'd uU my feari ; 
T 



434 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

The cross I'll bear, myself deny, 
And Father, Abba Father, cry. 



175. 

fT^HE great tremendous day 's approaching^ 
-■- That awful scene is drawing nigh» 
Was long foretold by ancient prophets^ 

Decreed from all eternity ; 
But, O ray soul ! reilect and wonder, 

That awful scene is drawing near. 
When you shall see that great trcinsactioa^ 

When Christ in judgment shall appeax 
9 See nature stand, all in amazement, 

To hear tlje last loud trumpet sound: 
•Arise, ye dead, and come to judgment^ 

* Ye nations of tliis world around.' 
Loud thunder ruinblJng through the concare, 

Bright forked li.i^htning parts the skies ; 
The heavens a g-hu.king, the earth a quaking 

The gloomy sight attracts my eyes. 

3 The orbit lamps all veil'd in sackcloth, 

No more t)iclr shining circuits run ; 
The wheel oT time stopp'd in a moment, 

Eternal things are now begun ; 
Huire massy rocks and tow'ring mouiiiaiiui 

Over their tumbling bases loar ; 
The ragiijg oce.tn, all in commotion, 

Is hov'ring round her frighted shore. 

4 Green, turfy grave-yards, and tombs of marble, 

(iive up their dead, both small and great ; 
See the whole world, both saint and sinner 

Are coming to the judgment scat; 
See Jesus, on a tin-one of justice, 

Come thundering down the parted sky, 
While countless armies of shining angels, 

With hallelujah shout for joy. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 435 

5 Bright shining streams from his awful pres- 

encc, 
His fiice ten thousand suns outsliines ; 
Behold him coming in power and glory» 

To meet liim all his s.iir.ts combine. 
*Go forth, ye heralds, witli s^x^ed hke light, 
ning, 
Call in mv saints, from distant land, 
Those that my blood from hell has ransomed. 
Whose name in lite's fair book doth stand. 

6 O come, ye blessed of my Father, 

The purchase of my dying love. 
Receive the crowns of li!e and glory, 

Which are bid up for you above. 
For your dear souls, wriich have continued 

With me, and my temptations bore; 
I have provided for you a kingdom, 

To reign with me for evermore.' 

7 There's flowing fountains of living water. 

No sickness, pain, nor death, to fear ; 
No sorrow, sighing, nor tears, nor weeping, 

Sliall ever have admittance there. 
But how will sinners stand and tremble^ 

Wiien Justice calls them to tbo bar! 
Those that reject his offer'd mercy, 

Their everlasting doom to hear. 

8 See Justice now, with indignation, 

Culliiiof aloud for sinners' blood ; 
Tliosc that have slighted otTcr'd mercy. 

And crucified the Son of God ; 
Depart from me, ye cursed sinners, 

]\ly face you never more shrJI see ; 
Be banish'd from my peaceful presence. 

To endless woe and misery. 

9 Eacli guilty soul, then, struck with horro^ 

And anguish tlirobbing in tlieir breast^ 



43Q SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

For ever doom'd to endless sorrow, 
And never more to hope for rest. 

Come, sinners, here's a fdithiiil warning 
Return to Jcsiis whilst you may, 

And he is ready to receive you, 
Or else you must depart away. 

176. 

THE Lord into his garden's come, 
The spices yield a rich perfume, 
The lilies grow and thrive ; 
Refreshing- showers of grace divine, 
From Jesus tlow on every vine, 
And make the dead alive. 
9 Behold, this dry and barren ground 
With springs of water doth abound 

A fruitful soil become ; 
The desert blossoms li'^e the rose. 
Believers do the church compose, 
Wlien party zeal is gone. 
8 The glorious day is rolling on, 
The gracious work is now begun, 

Your sins he will forgive ; 
O, taste and see tliat grace is free 
For all mankind, who willing be 
To come to Christ and live. 

4 The worst of sinners here may find 
A Saviour piteous and kind ; 

Who will them all receive ; 
None are too bad, who do repent; 
Out of one sinner legions went, 

The Lord did him relieve. 

5 If sinners only knew the Lord, 
And were acquainted with his word, 

His sweet forgiving love, 
They'd rush through storms of every kixul 
And leave all earthly things behind, 

To ^ain a crov>'u above. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 43T 

6 Come, brethren, you who know the Lord, 
Observe with care his holy word, 

In Jesus' ways go on ; 
Our troubles and our trials here, 
Will only make us riclier there, 

Wlien we arrive at home. 

7 We feel that heaven is now begun, 
It issues from the glorious throne, 

From Jesos' throne en high ; 
It comes like floods, we can't contain. 
We drink, and drink, and drink again, 

And yet for more we cry. 

8 But when we come to reign above, 
And all surround the throne of love, 

W^e'll drink a full supply ; 
For there the bliss which God bestows, 
To a redundant river flows, 

Wliich never will run dry. 

9 There we shall sliine, and shout, and sin^ 
And make the upper regions ring. 

When all the saints get home ; 
Come on, come on, my bretliren deaj, 
We soon shall meet together there, 

For Jesus bids us come. 
10 Amen, amen, my soul replies, 
I hope to meet you in tlie skies. 

The Saviour to adore. 
Now here 's my heart, and here 's my hand. 
To meet you in tiie heavenly land, 

Where we shall part no more. 



17T. lis. 

THE Lord is the fountain of goodneat 
and love I 
In Eden, once flowing in streams from above; 
Refresh'd every moment the first happy pair. 
Till sin stopp'd the current and brougiit in 
despair 



438 SPIHITUAL SONGS. 

2 O wretched condition ! wliat anguish and paia ! 
They thirst for a fountain, but seek it in vain J 
To sin's bitter waters they fly for relief; 
They drinij, and tlie drauglit bat increases 

their grief. 

3 Glad tidings, glad tidings! no more we com. 

plain, 
Our Jesus has oi^n'd the fountain again ; 
Now, mingled willi mercy, enrich'd with 

free grace. 
In Zion 'tis flowing, come, sinners, and taster 

4 How happy the procpect, how pleasant tlie 

road ! 
When led down the stream by the angel of 

God ; 
Though narrow at first, yet we find it at last, 
A river so boundless it cannot be pass'd. 

5 Come, sinners, poor sinners I 'tis boundless 

and free ; 
In Zion 'tis flowing, 'lis open'd for thee ; 
This water has virtus to heal all complaints, 
Come drink, ye diseas'd, and rejoice with 

the saints. 

6 Say not ' I'm a sinner, and must not partake;* 
For this very rea-^on tlie Lord bids you take ; 
Say not ' Too unworthy, the vilest of all,' 
For such (not the righteous) the Lord came 

to call. 

7 Ho I all ye poor sinners, ye halt and ye 

blind, 
Ye penitent mourners, here life you may 

find; 
The Spirit invites you, the Bride bids you 

come, 
O I call all your neighbours, for yet there 

is room. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 439 

178. 

Friendship and Love, 

PART I. 

THE reason we love friendship, we will 
deny to no man ; 

How shall, how sJiall, how shall we. 
Who are thus form'd for happiness, 

E'er slight a loving- Christian, 
Since Jesus, Jesus hath died on the tree. 

To rescue sinful men 
From violence and treason, 

That we might love each other, 
And seek our souls' salvation ? 

*Twas love that mov'd the mighty God 
To send our souls redemption, 

That happy, happy we might be. 
2 On the feast-day, in ancient times, 

Jesus stood thus crying : 
Whosoever thirstcth, let every one 

Come unto me and freely drink, 
And tlius be sav'd from dying ; 

For surely, surely there 's nothing else can 
Fill the iininDrtal mind 

V/ith strong desires now glowing ; 
Then come, and taste the streams of grace 

Which are so freely tl owing, 
•laying, drink and never tliirst again ; 

For you they now are flowing ; 
Then happy, happy you shall be. 
% Let us who have begun to taste 

The sweets of this salvation, 
^llow, follow, .et us follow on, 

Believing we shall overcome, 
Resisting all temptation, 

Since Jesus, Jesus, since Jesus, the Son, 
With out-stretch'd arms expanded, 

And voice that is inviting, 



140 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

To purling" streams of purest joys^ 

Is thus our souls exciting; 
Let us impart to him our heart. 

By faith and love uniting, 
Then happy, happy we shall be. 

PART II. 

I The sacred tics of friendship 

Unite all loving Christians, 
No time or place shall change them, 

In glory, in glory tl^ey shall live; 
And death shall ne'er dissolve them ; 

United, united are they that bcliev* 
When Gabriel's trumpet sounding, 

And conquer'd death resigning. 
The scattcr'd dust igniting, 

The soul and body joining, 
All join the grand procession, 

And glory realizing, 
Then happy, hai)py we shall be : 
% The bliss exquisite flowing. 

The friends of Jesus shouting ; 
Such raptures, raptures flow from his word| 

The angels join in concert. 
Whilst Jesus stands inviting, 

Come on, come on, ye blessed of the Lord 
Behold the crowns of glory. 

And saints and angels meeting ; 
And living streams of purest joys 

For ever are increasing ; 
In azure fields for ever range, 

And view a smiling Jesus, 
Then happy, happy we shall be. 
3 The sinner 's now lamenting. 

He sees the grand procession, 
A marching, marching to the dazzling thron* 

His frightful soul alarmed. 
With startled eyes amazed. 

Farewell, farewell, I am for ever gonoh 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 441 

Behold a g'odly father, 

And there a pious motlier, 
How did they pray together ! 

Tiicy float on streams of pleasure^ 
And I am lost for ever, 

On waves of endless sorrow, 
Then torment, torment is for ever mine. 



179. 

THERE is a heaven above the skies, 
A heaven v. here pleasure never dies ; 
A heaven I sometimes lio})e to see, 
But fear again 'tis not for me. 
Sweet Jesus, Jesus is my friend, 
O, halklujah, hallelujah, 
Jesus, Jesus, is my friend. 
6 The way is difficult and strait. 
And narrow is the Gospel gate ; 
Ten thousand dangers are therein, 
Ten tiiousand snares to take us in. 
But Jesus, 6lc. 
E I travel through a world of woes, 
Throutrh conflicts sore my spirit goes; 
The tenij>ter cries I ne'er shall stand. 
To reach fair Canaan's happy land. 
But Jesus, (Sec. 

4 The way of danger I am in. 
Beset with devils, men and sin ; 
But in this way his track I see. 

And mark'd with blood it seem'd to be» 
Sweet Jesus, &.c. 

5 There are the footsteps of my Lord, 
There on the cross he bore my load ; 
•Twas on that dark, that doleful day, 
With streaming bloo4 he mark'd the waj 

Sweet Jesus, &c. 
T2 



442 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

6 Come life, come death, come then what will. 
His footsteps I will follow still ; 
Through dangers thick, and hell's alarms, 
I shall be sale in Jesus' arms. 

For Jesus, &lc. 

7 Then, O my soul ! arise and sing", 
Yonder 's thy Saviour, Friend and King ; - 
With pleasing smiles he now looks on, 
And cries, press on and win the crown. 

Sweet Jesus, <&:c. 

8 Prove faithful yet a few more days, 
Fi^ht the good fight, and end thy race; 
And tiicn tiiy soul v;ith nie shall reign, 
Thy head a crown of glory gain. 

Sweet Jesus, &c. 
D My flesh shall slumber under ground. 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; 
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, 
And in my Saviour's image rise. 

Sweet Jesus, &c. 



180, 

THERE is a holy city, a happy worl(i 
above. 
Beyond the starry regions, built by the God 

of love, 
An everlasting temple, and saints, array'd in 

white. 
There serve the great Redeemer, and dwdl 

with him in light. 
2 No night is there, nor darkness, but one 

perpetual day ; 
Their sin and grief are banish'd, their tear» 

are wip'd away ; 
Their joys are still increasing, their songf 

are ever new ; 
They praise th' eternal Father, tlie Son wd 

Soirit too. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS 443 

3 The meanest cliild of glory outshines tne 

radiant sun ; 
But who can speak the splendour of that 

eternal tlirone, 
Where Jesus sits exalted in God-like majesty 
The elders fall before him, and angels bow 

tlie knee. 

4 Is this the man oi sorrow, w-ho stood at 

Pilate's bar ; 

Who was abused by Herod, and by his men 
of war ? 

Hail, now, the mighty conqueror I He spoiled 
the powers below% 

And ransom'd many captives from ever- 
lasting woe. 

5 The best of saints around him., proclaim hi« 

works of grace, 
The patriarchs and prophets, and all tho 

godly race ; 
Some speak of fiery trials, and tortures on 

the way, 
Tliey come from tribulation to everlasting day. 

6 Now, with a holy transport, they tell their 

sutF'rinsfs o'er, 
Their tears and their temptations, and all the 

pains they bore ; 
They turn and bow^ to Jesus, wlio gain'd their 

liberty, 
• Amidst our greatest dangers our lives were 

hid in thee.' 

7 Long time I was invited to gain that hea- 

venly rest ; 
Grace made no hard condition, 'twas only to 

be blest; 
But earth's bewitching pleasures inclin'd me 

long to stay, 
trsuing dreams and shadow^s, and joys that 

'^ass away. 



4i4 SPIRITUAL SONCa 

8 But now it is my purpose the better way li 

find, 
To serve my great Creatorj and leave thi 

world behind , 
In sin's seducing- mazes I would no longer 

roam, 
I'd give my soul to Jesus, who brings th* 

ransom'd home. 

9 And what shall be my journey, how long I'B 

stay belov/, 
Or what shall be my trials, is not for m« 

to know ; 
Help me in time of trouble to raise my 

thougjits on high. 
To think of the bright temple and crowxji 

above tlie sky. 



1§1. 

THERE is a land of pleasure 
Where streams of joy for ever roll^ 
Tis there I have my treasure, 

And tliere I long to rest my souL 
Long darkness dwelt around me. 

With scarcely once a twinkling ray J 
But since my Saviour found me, 

A lamp hath slione along my way. 
8 My way is full of danger ; 

But 'tis the path that leads to God, 
And like a faithful soldier, 

I'll boldly march along the road. 
Now I must gird my sword on, 

My breast-plate, helmet, and my shiel<^ 
And fight the host of Satan, 

Until I reach the heavenly field. 
S I'm on my way to Zion, 

Still guided by my Saviour's hand % 
0, come along, dear sinners. 

And see Immajiuel's happy land. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 445 

To all who stay beliind me, 
I bid a lon^, a long" farewell ; 

Come now, or you'll repent it. 

When you do reach the gates of hell 

4 The vale of tears around me, 

And Jordan's current rolls before ; 
O, liow I stand and tremble, 

To hear the dismal waters roar ! 
Whose hand shall then support me, 

And keep my soul from sinking ther% 
From sinking down to darkness. 

And to the regions of despair ? 

5 This stream shall not affiight me. 

Although 'tis deeper tiian the gravel 
If Jesus stands beside me, 

I'll smoothly ride on Jordan's wave. 
His word has ealm'd tlie ocean, 

His lamp has chcer'd the gloomy vale^ 
O, shall this Friend be v/ith me, 

While through the gates of death I sailf 

6 Come, then, thou king of terrors, 

And with thy dagger lay me low; 
I'll sooner reach those regions 

Where everlasting pleasures grow. 
O sinners, shall I leave you, 

No more to join your social band ; 
No more to stand beside you. 

Till at tlie judgment bar we stand ? 

7 Soon the archangel's trumpet 

Shall rock the globe from pole to pofe^ 
Aud all the wheels of nature 

Shall in a moment cease to roll. 
Then we shall sec the Saviour, 

With shining ranks of angels come^ 
To execute his vengeance, 

knd take iiia faithful servants hom«^ 



446 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

1§2. 

rSl here's no such tiling as perfect bUflt 
-*- On this terrestrial ball ; 
What else I doubt, I'm sure of this, 
That grief's the lot of all. 
2 Though we should trace the globe around. 
And traverse land and sea, 
The prize we seek can ne'er be found, 
Till, Lord, we come to thee. 
3^The dearest object we attain, 
Though pleasing to the eye. 
Contains a larger share of pain, 
Than we at first descry. 

4 Should we on every flowing tide 

Our weight in gold receive, 
Still v/e should be dissatisfied 
Willi all this world could give. 

5 Should honour crown the golden day^ 

Of such vile worms as we, 
We'd groan beneath the loudest praise, 
Till, Lord, we come to thee. 

6 Then let me seek and hope to find 

The wretched sinner's Friend ; 
A Saviour merciful and kind, 

On liim we may depend. 
T What noise is this salutes my ear 7 

O, that I now could see ; 
Is this Immanuel's voice I hear? 

Lord, let me come to thee. 

8 Speak, Lord, and I will cast away 

Tlie joys of time and sense ; 

Give me the light of perfect day. 

The pearl of price immense. 

9 Do not be deaf to all my cries- 

Are not Uiy pardons free ? 

O, bid a suppliant sinner rise. 

And quickly come to tli^e* 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 447 

10 Th*-;i shall I learn to minjrle praise 
With those around thy throne, 
And loudest shout tliy pardoning grace, 
To a poor wretch undone. 
. 1 A theme so glorious a.nd great, 
Might fill eternity ; 
Is there in heaven an empty seat 7 
Lord, r^ive it unto mc. 



1§3. 

fllHE Son of Man they did betray, 
-■- He was condcmn'd and led away; 
Think, O my soul I tliat mournful day. 

Look on Blount Calvary ; 
Behold him, lamb-like, led along, 
Surrounded by a v.icked throng; 
Accused by each lying tonz^e. 
And thus the Lamb of God was hung 

Upon the shameful tree. 

2 *Twas thus the glorious Sufferer stood, 
With hands and feet nail'd to the wood, 
And from each wound a stream of blood 

Came trickling down amain. 
His bitter groans all nature shook, 
And at his voice the rocks were broke ; 
The sleeping saints their graves forsook ; 
The spiteful Jews around him mock. 

And laughed at his pain. 

3 Thus hung between the earth and skies, 
Behold him trembling I lo, he dies I 

O sinner, hear his mournful cries. 

Behold his tort'ring pain. 
The mourning sun withdrew his light, 
Blush'd, and retus'd to view the sight ;. 
The azure clos'd Iiis orbs of liglit. 
While Nature mourn'd and stood affrigk^ 

W'hen Christ, the Lord, was slain. 



448 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

4 Ye men and angels, hear the Son, 

He cries for help, but Oh I there's non^ 
He treads the v/ine-press all alone, 
His garments stain'd with blood. 
A lamentation hear him cry, 
EU lama sabacth'^r.i 1 
So death did close his lang-uid eye ; 
He soon shall rise again on high, 
Tiie conq'riug Son of God. 

$ Botli Jews and RomaTiS, in a band, 
With hearts of steel around him stand J 
' If you have cornc to save the land. 

Then save yourself,* they cry. 
The soldier pierc'd him wiien he died, 
The iie;Jing streani ran from his side^ 
And thus my Lord w^as crucified ; 
Stern Juirtice now is satisfied, 

Sinners, for you pjid I. 
6 'Tis done, the dreadful debt is paid. 
The great atonement now is made ; 
Sinners, on me your guilt was laid. 

For you I spilt my blood ; 
For you my tender soul was mov'd, 
For you I left inj court above. 
That you the length and breadth might prors 
The hei^rht and depth of perfect love. 

In Ciirist, your smiling God. 

T Behold him mount the tlirone of state^ 
And fill tlie mediatori:J seat; 
See millions^ bowing at his feet. 

And loud hosannas tell. 
Thus he endureo exqiii >it8 pains ; 
He led tlie monster, Deatli, in chains : 
Brigfht seraphs raise your highest strainfl^ 
With music fill all Edom's plains, 

lie conquered death and hell. 
8 All glory be to God on hiorh. 

Who reigns entlu-on'd above the sk/ 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. i4t 

Who sent his Son to bleed and die, 

(rlory to Him be j^ivcn ; 
While heaven above his praise resound, 
And Zion with his name abound, 
In hope to shout eternal round, 
In flaming love tliat has no bound, 

Eternally in heaven. 



184, CM. 

THE time is swiftly rolling on. 
When I must faint and die; 
My body to the dust return, 
And there forgotten lie. 
Q Let persecution rage around, 
And anti-Christ appear ; 
My silent dust, beneath the ground, 
Will no disturbance hear. 

3 Through heat and cold I've often went; 

Through sorrow and distress. 
To call on sinners to repent, 
And seek the Saviour's face. 

4 My brother preachers, boldly speak. 

Who stand on Zion's walls ; 
Confirm the strong; revive tlie weak. 

And oflen sinners call. 
( May Zion's sons in peace be bound, 

And put their foes to flight; 
While I am sleeping under ground. 

May you in love unite. 
6 My brethren all, I bid adieu; 

Your feliowsliip I love ; 
In time I'll never more see you. 

But soon we'll meet above. 
t My little babes be near my heart. 

For nature seems to bind, 
So strong, it grieves me to departf 

And leave tliem all beliind. 



I'O SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

8 Dear Lord, a Father to them be, 

And shield them from all harm, 
That they may know and worship the*» 
And dwell upon tliy arm. 

9 My loving wife, my bosom friend, 

The object of my love ; 
The time's been sweet on earth with jo* 
My sweet and harmless dove. 

10 My dear, you've often look'd for me. 

And often seen me come ; 
But now I must depart firom thee, 
Ajid never more return. 

11 My dearest love, don't weep for me, 

Neitlier lament nor mourn; 
I trust I shall Vv'ith Jesus be, 
While you are left alone. 

12 I never shall return to thee ; 

^ Don't let this orrieve thy heart; 

But you can quickly come to me, 

Where we shall no more part. 

1§5. L. M. 

Christ, the Apple-Tree. . 

THE Tree of Lif^ my soul hath seen, 
Laden with fruit, and 'always green ; 
The trees of Xatiirc fruitless be. 
Compared vv'ith Christ, the Apple-Tree. 

2 This beauty doth all thing's excel ; 
By faith I know, but ne'er can tell 
The glory which I now can see 

In Jesus Christ, the Apple-Tree. 

3 For happiness I long have sought, 
Ajid pleasures dearly have I bought; 
I miss'd of all, but now I see 

'Tis found in Christ the Apple-Tree. 

4 I'm wearied with my former toil ; 
Here 1 will sit and rest awhile ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 4."! 

Under the sliadow I will be 
Ol' Jesus Christ tiie Apple-Trec. 

5 With great dcliglit I'll make my stay, 
Tiierc 's none shall fight my soul away ; 
Among the sons of men I see 

There 's none like Chri^st tlie Apple-Treew 

6 1*11 sit and eat this fruit divine; 

It cheers my heart like precious wine ; 
Oh I how divinely sweet to me 
Is Christ the lovely Ai)pln-Tree I 

7 This fruit doth make my soul to tlirive ; 
It keeps my dying faith alive ; 

Wliich makes my soul in haste to be 
With Jesus C'lirist the Apple-Tree. 



1§3. 

TIIE voice of free grace, cries escape to 
the mountain, 
For Adam's lost race, Christ has open'd a 

fountain ; 
For sin and transgression, and every pollution, 
Ilis blood it flows freely, as streams from tli« 

ocean. 

Hallelujah to t-ie Lamb by whom we find pardon. 

We 'ii perfcerly praise him, when we pass 

over Jordaji. 

S That fo^jjitain so clean, by which we find favour, 

From Jesus* side flows, aiid proves him the 

Saviour ; 
Tho' your sins were increased as high as a 

mountain, 
His blood it flows freely, as streams from a 
fountain. 
Hallelujah, Slc. 
3 Jesus, ride on, thy kinofdom is glorious, 
O'er sin, death and hell thou wilt make TV 
victorious ; 



452 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Thy name shall be praisM in the great congreg^ 

tion, 
And saints shall delight in ascribing salvation. 
Hallelujah, &.c. 
4 When with Zion we stand, having gainM th* 
blest shore. 
With our harps in our hands, we'll praise him 

evermore ; 
We will range the blest fields on the banki 

of the river, 
And sing hallelujah for ever and ever. 
HuUeiujah, 6lc. 



isr. 



THE wondrous love of Jesus, from sin and 
grief he frees us. 
With pitying now he sees us, while toiling 
here below ; 
Through tribulation driven, we'll make our 
way to heaven. 
By consolation given, rejoicing on w^e'll go* 
3 Poor mourning souls distressed, by Satan sore 
oppressed, i 

Cheer up, you'll be relieved, your Captaitt 
is at hand ; 
In every trying hour, he'll shield you by hid 
power. 
And bring you safe to shore, on Canaan*# 
happy land. 
3 See, yonder is the glory, it lies but just be* 
fore you. 
Where we shall tell the story of Ckrist't 
redeeming love ; 
And there we shall for ever drink of thai 
flowing river. 
And ever, and for ever surround the tlirooi 
above. 



SPIRmL\L SONGS. 453 

4 There, in tliat world of pleasure, we have a 
glorious trcisurc, 
Where we sh:.ll meet tog^ether, and parting 
be no more ; 
All tears of sorrow driven, we then sliall b« 
in heaven, 
Where parents and their children shall join 
for evermore. 
6 All in that blooming garden of Eden, gain'd 
by pardon, 
Upon the banks of Jorda,n, mito the great I am, 
We'll sing the song of Moses, while Jesuj 
Christ compo-.es, 
A song that never closes, in praises to tlia 
Lamb. 

% There shall we see our Saviour, array'd Ib 
smiles of favour ; 
Borne up, drink of the river of Christ's r» 
deeming love ; 
Around the tlirone we'll circle, and bid adieu 
to trouble. 
We've overcome the devil, through his r^ 
deeming love. 



Biggs' Collection.] 18 §, 

THIS is a world of trouble and grief, I plainlj 
see ; 
But when in deepest sorrow, O God I we look 

to tlicc, 
Tl ")U didst deliver Daniel, when in the lions' den, 
Anl as thou didst protect him, O why not 

other men ? 
Thou didst support thy children, when in tilt 
J I furnace cast ; 

For Jesus stood beside them, when in the fiery 
J I blast ; 



454 SPIRITUAL SOjNGS. 

Thy saints thou wilt deliver, though in boiling 

chaldroi^s tlirown, 
Glory to God the Father, and iiis anointed Son. 

3 I feel determin'd to serve him, while here o» 

earth I live, 
My life, my strenf^tli, my all, I Vvill to mj 

Saviour givt- ; 
Tliis world and ail its pleasure, through gracd 

I'll lay aside, 
And try to live for Jesus, since he for me has died. 

4 The flame is now increasing, the saints aro 

joiij'd in one. 
The time is fust a[)proaciiing, when we shall 

all get home ; 
The day of general judgment is now fast 

drawing nii{h. 
When Gabriel with his trumpet shall thundcf 

through the sky. 

5 Arise and come to judgment, ye nations 

under ground, 
The children cA' the kingdom shall from their 

graves rebound : 
Behold tliem rising, shining farbriglile'' than tho 

sun, 
They'll sing- in endless union, their notes will 

all be one. 

6 Although we meet wuth trials and troubleat 

here below, I 

We'll there drink living waters, Vv'hich froni 

the S.iviour flow ; 1 

There we sh.ill join the angels, be fill'd witli' 

love divine. 
And say, my God, I love thee, for thou ait' 

ever miiJc. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 455 

1§9. 

THOU God of glorious majesty, 
To thee, agcinst myself, to thee^ 
A sinful worm, I cry ; 
A half-awakcn'd child of man, 
An heir of endless bliss or ptiin, 
A sinner born to die. 

2 Lo I on a narrower neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded seas 1 stand. 

Yet how insensible ! 
A point of time, a moment's space, 
Removes nic to yon heavenly place. 

Or shuts me up in hell. 

3 O God, my inmost soul convert, 
And dec})ly on my tiioughtful iieart 

Eternal things irajjress ; 
Give me to feel tiieir solemn v,-cjght. 
And save me ere it be too late, 

With mc to Riq^hteo'jsness. 
Before me place, in bright array. 
The pomp of that tremendous d\y^ 

When tiiou with clouds shalt come, 
To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
And tell me. Lord, shall I be there, 

To meet a joyful doom ? 
5 Be this my one great business here. 
With holy trembling, holy fear, 

To make my calling sure ; 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
I And suffer all thy righteous will, 
I And to the end endure. 

16 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive. 
Transported from this vale, to live 

And reign with thee above ! 
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight. 
And hope, in full, supreme delight. 

And everlasting love. 



456 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

100. 

The mercy of God. Psalm Ixxxii. 1. 
rjlIIY mere}', my God, is tlie theme of my song, 
•*- I'he joy of my heart, and the boast of mj 

tongue ; 
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last. 
Hath won my affections and bomid my soul fast 
fi Without tliy sweet mercy I could not live here, 
Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair ; 
But, through t/iy free goodness, my spirits revive^ 
And he that first made me still keeps me alive. 
8 Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart. 
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart; 
Dissolv'd by tliy goodness, I fall to the ground. 
And v/eep to the praise of the mercy I found* 
4 The door of thy mercy stands open all day, 
To the poor and tiie needy, who knock by tb« 

way, 
No sinner shall ever be empty sent back, 
Who comes seeking mercy for J^sus's sake. 
6 Thy mercy in Jesus exempts me from hell;| 
Its glories I'll sing, and its wonders I'll telll 
•Twas Jesus, my Friend, when he hung on V 

tree. 
Who open'd the channel of mercy to me. 
€ Great Father of mercies, thy goodness I own, 
And the covenant love of thy crucified Son; 
All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine, 
Seak mercy, and pardon, and righteousne*! 
mine. 

191. 

TIS finish'd, His done! the spirit is fled, 
Our brotlier is gone, the Christian is dea^' 
The Christian is living in Jesus's love. 
And gladly receiving a. kingdom aboT% 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 457 

ft AH honour and praise are Jesus's due ; 

Supported by grace, he foug-ht his way through ; 
Triumphantly glorious through Jesus's zeal, 
And more than victorious o'er sin, death, and 

hell. 
Then let us record the conquering name, 
Our Captain and Lord with shoutings proclaim ; 
Who trust in his passion, and follow their head, 
To certain salvation shall surely be led. 
O Jesus, lead on thy militant care, 
And give us the crown of righteousness there , 
Where, dazzled with glory, the seraphim gaze, 
Or prostrate, adore thee in silence of praise. 
Within us display thy love, when we die. 
And bear us away to mansions on high; 
The kingdom be given, of glory divine, 
And crown us in heaven, eternally thine. 

192. L. M. 

Christ is eternal life. 
Tills life to know the dying Lamb; 

-■- Eternal life is in his name ; 
O may I in this knowledge grow, 
And daily more of Jesus know I 

2 Know him to wash me in his blood ; 
Know him to make my peace with God ; 
Know him for strength and righteousnese, 
And know him for renewing grace. 

3 Know him as my exceeding joy. 
Know him my praises to employ ; 
Know him as all my heart can wish. 
And know him for eternal bliss. 



CowpER.] 193. 7s. 
Welcome Cross. 
*f¥lIS ray happiness below, 
-■- Not to live without the cross 



458 SPIRITUAL SONGSl 

But the Saviour's power to know. 

Sanctifying every loss. 
Trials must and will befall ; 

But with humble faith to see 
Love inscrib'd upon them all — 

This is happiness to me. 

2 God in Israel sows the seeds 

Of affiiction, pain, and toil; 
Tliese spring- up and choke the weeds. 

Which would else o'erspread the soil. 
Trials make the promise sweet ; 

Trials give new life to prayer ; 
Trials bring me to his feet, 

Lay me low, and keep me there. 

3 Did I meet no trials here, 

No chastisement by tlie way. 
Might I not, wrtii reason, fear 

I should prove a cast-away I 
Bastards may escape the rod,* 

Sunk in earthly, vain delight ; 
But the true born cliild of God, 

Must not, would not, if he might. 



191. 

TRANSPORTING news, the Saviour's convs. 
To purchase our salvation I 
Let every tongue now speak his name. 
In strains of acclamation. 

When hell's dark hosts, ( 

W_lh wicked hoasts, 
Had CoU'pass'd man's subjection, 
Christ's wondrous grace 
Reliev'd our race. 
By mercy's sweet direction. 
Th' eternal God's eternal Son, 
The lieir and partner of his throne, 



* Heb..xii. 8. 



ii 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 4^9 

•In pity stoop'd, was crucified, 
His righteousness and blood applied, 
And thus our souls at freedom set, 
By paying" off" the dreadful debt ; 

We, therefore, we, 

From guilt set free, 
Will joyfully adore him. 

2 He comes, tlie prisoners to release, 

To cure poor souls all bleeding; 
To give the troubled conscience peace, 
Bv his death and interceding. 
The cursed chain 
He breaks in twain, 
With whicli our sins had bound us 
From Calvary, 
His pardons free, 
Have richly flow'd around us. 

Our King of kings, our Lord most high. 
Hath ransom'd us to liberty ; 
And in a garment dipt in blood. 
Our foes beneath his feet hath trod. 
Rescued by grace, we now no more 
Shall bonds and poverty deplore ; 
Fair Salem waits, 
With pearly gates. 
Our ransom'd souls to welcome. 

3 Then, happy souls, come sing his grace, 

Come sing your pearl, your treasure, 
Till you behold him face to face. 
With most triumphant pleasure. 
His grace and love 
With joy we prove, 
While with delight we ponder 
On what in vain 
Tongue tries to explain. 
To heaven and earth aad wonder; 



460 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Thus, while we sit beneath the cross,- 
All earthly gain we count but loss; 
And nothing- tliink or speak beside, 
But of our Saviour crucified. 
In whom both grace and vengeance join 
To make poor worms in glory shine : 
O, for this grace 
Let highest praise 
Ascend with pleasing rapture. 
4 Our glad hosannas, Saviour God, 
Proclaim aloud thy praise, 
While all the host redeem'd by blood, 
In heaven with transport gaze. 
We, too, aspire. 
With that blest choir, 
In humble, sweet prostration, 
A glorious band. 
With harp in hand. 
To sing complete salvation. 

With them we'll drink immortal jeys, 
With them hear Jesus' glorious voice, 
With them behold him face to face, 
With them transported, on him gaze, 
With them in heavenly concert join. 
With them in endless glory shine; 
In loftiest verse 
His praise rehearse. 
Adore his name for ever. 



195. 

VAIN, delusive world, adieu. 
With all of creature-good; 
Only Jesus I pursue, 

Who bought me with his blood. 
All thy pleasures I forego, 

I trample on thy wealth and pride; 
Only Jesus will I know. 
And Jesus crucified. 



SPIRITUAL SOXGS. 46! 

2 Other knowledge I disdain, 

*Tis all but vanity : 
Clirist, the Lamb of God, was slaii>, 

He tasted death for me ; 
Me to save from endless woe, 

The sin-atoning victim died. 
Only Jesus, &:c. 

3 Here will I set up ray rest; 

My tiuctuating" heart. 
From the haven of thy breast, 

Shall never more depart. 
Whither should a sinner go ? 

His wounds for me stand open wide. 
Only Jesus, <&:c. 

4 Him to know, is life and peace. 

And pleasure without end ; 
Tliis is all my happiness. 

On Jesus to depend ; 
Daily in this grace to grow, 

And ever in his faith abide. 
Only Jesus, «fcc. 

5 O, that I could all invite, 

This saving truth to prove ; 
Show the length, the breadth, and height. 

And depth of Jesus' love I 
Fain I would to sinners show 

The blood by faith alone applied- 
Only Jesus, <fcc. 

196. Diuth of a Child. 

WAKE up, muse, condole the loss, 
Of those that mourn to-day ; 
Let tears distil on every face. 
And every mourner pray. 
2 The tyrant. Death, came rushing in, 
Last night liis power did show; 
^.iut of this world this child did take 
Death laid its visa^ie low 



462 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

3 No more the pleasant child is seen. 

To please its parent's eye ; 
The tender plant, so fresh and green, 
Is in eternity. 

4 The golden bowl by death is broke, 

The pitcher burst in twain ; 
The cistern-wheel has felt the stroke, 
The pleasant child is slain. 

5 The winding-sheet doth bind its limbs, 

The coffin holds it fast; 
To-day it's seen by all its friends, 
But this must be the last ; 

6 Until the I^ord shall come to judge 

The nations, great and small, 
And you and I before him stand, 
And at his presence fall. 

197. 

WANDERING pilgrims, mourning Chris 
tians, 
Weak and tempted lambs of Christ, 
Who endure great tribulation, 

And with sins are much distress'd, 
Christ hath sent me to invite you 

To a rich and costly feast ; 
Let not shame nor pride ppevent you. 
Come, the rich provision taste. 

2 If you have a heart lamenting, 

And bemourn your wretched case, 
Gome to Jesus Christ repenting, 

He will give you Gospel grace. 
If you want a heart to fear him. 

Love and serve him all your days 
Only come to Christ and ask him. 

He will guide your feet always 

3 If, like poor Bartemius blinded, 

You bewai- the want of sigh 



SPIRITUAL SONGS, 463 

Crjr to Jesus, son of David^ 
He will g-ive you gospel light ; 

If, like Mary, you've been keeping- 
Seven devils in your embrace. 

Fly, like her, to Jesus, weeping, 
He will bid you go in peace. 

4 If your heart is unbelieving. 

Doubting Jesus' pardoning love, 
Lie hard by Bethesda, waiting 

Till the troubled waters move ; 
If no one appear to help you, 

All their efforts prove but talk, 
Jesus, Jesus, he will cleanse you ; 

Rise, take up your bed, and walk. 

5 If, like Peter, you are sinking 

In the sea of unbelief, 
Wait with patience, constant praying, 

Christ will grant you sweet relief; 
He will give you grace and glory, 

All your wants shall be supplied ; 
Canaan, Canaan lies before you, 

Rise and cross the sweUing tide. 
Death shall not destroy your comfort, 

Clurist will guide you through the gloona 
'Down he'll send a heavenly concert, 

To convey you to his home. 
TJiere you'll spend your days in pleasure, 

Free from every want and care : 
Come, O come, my blessed Saviour, 

Fain my spirit would be there. 



198. C. M. 

Who are these, and whence are they ? 

WHAT poor despised company 
Of travellers are these, 
Walking through yonder narrow way, 
Along that rugged maze ? 



464 SPIRITUAL SONGS, 

2 They all are of a royal line ; 

They are children of a king; 

Heirs of immortal crowns divine, 

And loud for joy they sing. 

3 Why do they then appear so mean, 

Ajid why so much despis'd ? 
Because of their rich robes unseen 
The world are not apprized. 

4 Why, some of them seem poor, distressed, 

And lacking daily bread ; 
Heirs of immortal wealth possessed. 
With hidden manna fed. 

5 Why do they shun that pleasant path, 

Which worldlings love so well ? 
Because it is the road to death, 
The certain way to hell. 

6 Why do they walk the narrow road. 

Along that iiigged maze ? 
Because this way their Leader trod ; 
They love and keep his ways. 

7 What I is there then no other road 

To Salem's happy ground ? 
Christ is the only way to God ; 
No other can be found. 



Newton.] 199« 

WHAT think ye of Christ ? is the test. 
To try both your state and your scheme i 
You cannot be right in the rest, 

Unless you think rightly of him ; 
As Jesus appears in your view. 

As he is beloved or not. 
So God is disposed to you, 

And mercy or wrath is your lot. 
2 Some take him a creature to be, 
A man or an angel at most* 



I 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 405 

Sure these have not feelino^s like me, 
Nor know themselves wretched and lost. 

So g^uilty, so h<,lpic«;s am I, 

I durst not confide in his blood, 

Nor on his protection rely, 

Unless I were sure he was God. 

3 Some call him a Saviour in word, 

But mix their own works with his plan, 
And liope he his help will afford, 

When they have done all that they can. 
ir doing^s prove rather too light, 

(A little, they own, they may fail,) 
They purpose to make up full weight, 

By casting his name in the scale. 

4 Some style him the Pearl of great price, 

And say he 's the fountain of joys ; 
Yet feed upon folly and vice. 

And cleave to the world and its toys. 
Like Judas the Saviour they kiss. 

And while they salute hhn, betray ; 
All 1 what will profession like this, 

Avail in the terribie day I 

5 If asked what of Jesus I think. 

Though still my best thoughts are but poor 
I say he is my meat and my drink, 

3Iy love, and my strength, and my store ; 
My shepherd, my husband, my friend. 

My Saviour from sin and from thrall; 
My. hope from beginning ta end. 

My portion, my Lord, and my all. 



200. 

TTSrHAT wondrous love is this, O my soul, 

'' * O my soul. 
What wondrous love is this, O my soul I 
What wondrous love is this, that caused the Lord 
of bliss 

U2 



466 SPIRITUAL SONGS, 

To bear the dreadful curse, lor my soul, for mj 

soul, 
To bear the dreadful crrre for my soul I 

2 When I was sinking down, sinking down, sink- 

ing doy>i^ 

When I ij/vas, &c. 

When I MTas sinking down beneath God's right- 
eous ffown, 

CJhrist laid aside his crown, for my soul, for my 
soul, 

Cnrist, Sec. 

3 Ye winged seraphs, fly, bear the news, bear the 

news, 
Ye winged, &:c. 
Ye winged seraphs, fly, like comets, through the 

sky, 
Till vast eternity, with the news, with the news, 
Fill, &c. 

4 To God and to tlie Lamb, I will sing, I will sing, 
To God, &c. 

To God and to the Lamb, and to the great I a31, 
W^hile millions join the theme, I will sing, I will 

sing. 
While, &c. 

5 Ye sons of Zion's King, join the praise, jom th^ 

praise, 
Ye sons. Sec 
Ye sons of Zion's King, with hearts and voices 

sing, 
And strike each tuneful string, in his praise^ in 

his praise, 
And strike, Sec. 

6 And when from death we're free, we'll sing on, 

we'll sing on, 
And when, &c. 
And when from death we're free, we'll sing and 

joyful be, 
And in eternity w^e'll sing on, we'll sing on. 
And in, &c. 1 



fSPIRTTUAL SONGS. 467 

Ajid when to that brig-ht world we arrive, we 

arrive, 
And when, &,c. 
When to that world we go, free from all pain 

and woe, 
We'll join the happy throng, and sing" on, and 

sing on, 
We'll join the happy throng-, and sing- on. 



201. 

"VM^HEN I was young, of tender years, 

' ^ My Saviour did invite me ; 
I then was fill'd with many fears ; 

But Satan still did blind me. 
He told me that I was too young, 

To leave my worldly pleasure ; 
That I might live till I was old. 

And serve God at my leisure. 

2 At length the Spirit came one day. 

And strove with mighty power. 
Which caus'd me to forsake my way, 

And tremble every hour ; 
Which caused me to weep and mourn, 

Saying, Lord Jesus, save me. 
If mercy thou canst me afford, 

And to tliy glory raise me. 

3 When Jesus heard the rebel cry, 

He sent his kind compassion ; 
Down at his feet my soul did lie. 

There pleadingr for a blessing. 
My heart was fiU'd with tenderness, 

My mouth was fill'd with praises, 
While Abba Father I did cry. 

And glory to my Saviour. 

4 Glory to God, for I have found 

The pearj of my salvation ; 



469 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

We are marching through Imnvaniteri 
ground, 

Up to the lieavenly Canaan. 
Now I'm rcsolv'd to serve the Lord, 

And never to forsake him ; 
And march along the heavenly road, 

Till I do overtake him. 
5 For Christ says, fear not, little flock, 

Heirs of immortal glory ; 
For you are built upon the Rock, 

The kingdom lies before you. 
Press on, press on, ye heirs of grace, 

Ajid tell the pleasing story ; 
I'm with my little flock always, 

I'll bring them home to glory. 



Newton.] 202. 
Joseph made known to Jiis brethren. Gen. xiv. 3-4 

WHEN Joseph his brethren beheld. 
Afflicted and trembling with fear, 
His heart with compassion was fill'd, 

From weeping he could not forbear. 
Awhile his behaviour was rough, 

To bring tlieir past sins to their mind 
But when they were humbled enough, 
He hasten'd to show himself kind. 

2 How little they thought it was he, 

Whom they had ill-treated and sold 1 
How great their confusion must be. 

As soon as his name he had told I 
' I am Joseph, your brother,' he said, 

' And still to my heart you are dear ; 
* You sold me, and thought I was dead, 

*But God, for your sakes, sent me here.* 

3 Though greatly distressed before, 

When charg'd with purloining the cup, 
They now were confounded much more. 
Not one of them durst to look ap. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 469 

' Can Joseph, whom wc would liavc slain, 
' For^nve us the evil wc did ? 

* And will he our iiouseholds maintain ? 

' O, this is a brother indeed.* 

4 Thus draggM by my conscience, I came, 

AH laden with guilt, to the Lord ; 
Surrounded witii terror and shame, 

L^nablc to utter a word. 
At first he lookM stern and severe, 

Wh^t anguish then pierced my heart. 
Expecting each moment to hear 

The sentence, ' thou cursed, depart 1' 

5 But Oh I what surprise when he spoke ! 

What tenderness beam'd in his face I 
My heart then to pieces was broke, 

O'erwhelm'd and confounded by grace. 
' Poor sinner, I know thee full well, 

' By thee I was sold and was slain ; 
' But I died to redeem thee from hell, 

' And raise tliee in glory to reign. 

6 ' I am Jesus, whom thou hast blasphem'd 

' And crucified often afresh ; 
' But let me henceforth be esteem'd 

* Thy brother, thy bone and thy flesh. 

* My pardon I freely bestow, 

* Tiiy wants I will fully supply ; 

* I'll guide thee and guard thee below, 

*And soon will remove thee on high. 

7 *Go, publish to sinners around, 

(* That they may be willing to come,) 

* The mercy which now you have found, 

' And tell them as yet there is room."' 
O sinners, the message obey. 

No more vain excuses pretend ; 
But fly, without furtlier delay, 

To Jesus, our brotlier and friend. 



470 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

20S. CM. 

T^r^HEN languor and disease invade 

* ^ This trembling house of clay, 
*Tis sweet to look beyond my pains, 
And long to fly away. 

2 Sweet to look inward, and attend 

The whispers of his love ; 
Sweet to look upward to the place 
Where Jesus pleads above. 

3 Sweet to look back and see my name 

In life's fair book set down ; 
Sweet to look forward and behold 
Eternal joys my own. 

4 Sweet to reflect how grace divine 

My sins on Jesus laid ; 
Sweet to remember that his blood 
My debt of sufF'ring paid. 

5 Sweet in his righteousness to stand, 

Which saves from second death ; 
Sweet to experience day by day 
His spirit's quick'ning breath. 

6 Sweet in his faithfulness to rest 
Whose love can never end; 



Sweet on his covenant of grace t 

For all things to depend, f 

If such the sweetness of the streams, 
What must the fountain be, 

Where saints and angels draw their bliss 
Immediately from thee ! 



Newton.] 204. 

''HEN my Saviour, my Shepherd is near 
How quickly my sorrows depart I 
New beauties around me appear. 
New soirits enliven mv heart* 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 471 

His presence gives peace to my soul, 
And Satan assaults me in vain ; 

While my Shepherd his power controls, 
I think I no more shall complain. 

2 But alas I what a change do I find 

When my shepherd withdraws from my 
sight 1 
My fears all return to my mind, 

My day is soon turn'd into night 
Then Satan his efforts renews 

To vex and ensnare me again ; 
All my pleasing enjoyments I lose, 

And can only lament and complain. 

3 By these changes I often pass thro', 

I am taught my own weakness to know 
I am taught what my Shepherd can do, 

And how^ much to his mercy I owe : 
It is he that supports me thro' all ; 

When I faint he revives me again ; 
He attends to my prayer when I call, 

And bids me no longer complain. 

4 Wherefore then should I murmur and grieve, 

Since my Sheplierd is always the same, 
And has promis'd he never will leave 

The soul that confides in his name ? 
To relieve me from all that I fear, 

He was buffeted, tempted, and slain ; 
And at length he will surely appear. 

Though he leaves me awhile to complain. 

5 While I dwell in an enemy's land. 

Can I hope to be always in peace ? 
'Tis enough that my Shepherd 's at hand. 

And that shortly this warfare will ceasp • 
For ere long he will bid me remove 

From this region of sorrow and pain, 
To abide in his presence above. 

And then I no more shall complain. 



472 SPIRITUAL SONG . 

305. Judgment 
Tune — Bunker's Hill. 

WHEN the fierce north-wind with his airy 
forces 
Rears up the Bvaltic to a foaming fury, 
And the red hghtning with the storm of hail 
comes 

Rushing amain down. 

2 How the poor sailors stand amazM and tremble I 
While the hoarse thunder, like a bloody trumpet, 
Roars a loud onset to the gasping waters, 

Quick to devour them. 

3 Such shall the noise be, and the wild disorder, 
(If things eternal may be like these earthly,; 
Such the din terror when the great archangel 

Shakes the Creation, 

4 Tears the strong pillars of the vaulted heaven, 
Breaks up old marble, the repose of princes ; 
See the graves open and tiie bones arising, 

Flames all around 'em. 

5 Hark, the shrill outcries of the guilty wretches ' 
Lively bright horror, and amazing anguish. 
Stare thro' their eyelids, v/hile the living worms 

lie 

Growing within them. 

6 Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their 

heart-strings, 
And the heart twinges, when the eye beholds the 
Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance 
Rolling afore him. 

7 Hopeless immortals ! how they scream and shiver 
While devils push them to the pit wide yawning 
Hideous and gloomy to receive them headlong, 

Down to the centre. 

8 Stop here my fancy, (all away, ye horrid 
i)olefuI ideas,) come arise to Jesus, 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 473 

How he sits God-like and the saints around him, 

Thron'd, yet adoring". 

9 O may I sit there when lie comes triumphant. 

Dooming the nations I then ascend to glory. 

While our hosannas all along tlie passage 

Shout the Redeemer. 



206. 

WHILE angels strike their tuneful strings, 
And veil their faces with their wings, 
Each saint on earth his Jesus sings, 
And joins to praise the King of kings. 
Who savM his soul from ruin. 

2 But sinners, fond of earthly joys, 
Mock and deride while saints rejoice ; 
They shut their ears at Jesus' voice. 
And make this world and sin their choice, 

And force their way to ruin. 

3 The preachers warn them night and day ; 
For them the Christians weep and pray ; 
But sinners laugh and turn away, 

And join the wicked, lewd and gay. 
And force their way to ruin. 

4 Ofl times, in visions of the night, 
God doth their guilty soul affright ; 
They tremble at the awful sio-lit. 
But oflen with the morning light 

Pursue the road to ruin. 

5 Sometimes, by preacliing, sinners see 
They're doom'd to hell and misery ; 
To turn to God, they then agree ; 
But Oh I 'tis wicked company 

Entice them on to ruin. 

6 Of\.times, when nothing else will do. 
Affliction will their danger show, 
And bring the haughty sinner low; 
Then he'll repent, and pray and vow, 

But turns a^ain to r uin- 



474 SPIRITUiVL SONGS. 

7 O sinners I turn, longr time you've stood 
Oppos'd to God aiKl all that's good ; 
You may be sav'd throug;ii Jesus' blood, 
Lay down your arms, submit to God, 
And thus be sav'd from ruin. 

S Turn, sinners, else you'll glory lose ; 
See, hell gapes wide, while Jesus wooes; 
How^ can you such a friend refuse I 
How can you such a friend abuse i 
And choose eternal ruin? 

9 Turn, sinners, neighbours, friend and foe, 
The terror of the Lord we know ; 
O, tell us friends, what will you do? 
We cannot, cannot let you go 
A way to endless ruin. 



207, Praise for Free Grace. 

WHILE here on earth I'm call'd to stay 
ril praise my God from day to day 
Jesus hath wash'd away my sin. 
And made my soul complete in him. 

2 When I am brought before his throne, 
I'll sing the wonders he hath done. 
And join with all the ransom'd race. 
To praise the riches of his grace. 

3 Througli all eternity I'll view 
My Jesus, and admire him too; 
Praise shall attune my warbling tongue, 
And 'grace, free grace,' be all my song. 



20§. 

"VVTHILE sorrows encompass me round, 

» ^ And endless distresses I see,* 
Astonish'd, I cried, can a mortal be found, 
That's surrounded with troubles like me^ 
S> Few liours of peace I enjoy, 

And the3' arc succeeded by pain ; 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 4'Z5 

If a nioracnt in praising- of God I enjoy, 
I have hours and days to complain. 
3 O, when will my sorrow subside ? 
O, when will my sutTcring cease ? 
O, when to the bosom of Christ be convey'd. 
To the mansions of glory and bliss ? 
i ^lay I be prepared for that day, 

When Jesus shall bid me remove, 
.\nd fiird with his power, go shouting away, 
To the arms of my heavenly love. 
5 The spirit to glory convey'd, 

My body laid low in the ground ; 
I wish not a tear at my grave to be shed, 
But let all join in praising around. 
C No sorrow be vented that day, 

When Jesus hath called me home ; 
But, with singing and shouting, let each brother 
say,. 
He 's gone from the evil to come. 

7 If souls immaterial can loiow. 

And visit tJieir brethren beneath, 
I hope I sliall join you, as shouting you go, 
After laying my corpse in the earth. 

8 Immers'd in the ocean of love, 

I then like an angei shall sing, 
TilKJhrist shall descend, with a shout, from above^ 

And make all creation to ri.i^. 
^ Our slumbering bodies obey. 

And swifter than thought shall arise ; 
Renew'd in a moment, go shouting away, 

To the mansions of love in the skies. 



209. 

Tune — Bunker's Hill. 

WHY sliould vain mortals tremble at the 
sight of 
Death and destruction in the field of battle 



476 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Where blood and carnage clothe the ground ia 
crimson, 

Sounding with death groans. 

2 Death will invade us by the means appointed 
And we must all bow to the king of terrors — 
Nor am I anxious, if I am prepared, 

What shape he comes in. 

3 Infinite goodness teaches us submission, 
Bids us be quiet under all his dealings; 
Never suspecting, but for ever praising, 

God our Creator. 

4 Well may we praise him, all his ways are perfect 
Thro' a resplendence infinitely glowing, 
Dazzles in glory, on the sight of mortals, 

Struck blind with lustre I 

5 Good^is Jehovah in bestowing sunshine, 
Nor less his goodness in the storm of thunder ; 
Mercies and judgments both proceed from kind 

ness. 

Infinite kindness. 
G O then exult that God for ever reigneth ; 
Clouds, which around him, hinder our per^^ep 

tion. 
Bind us the stronger to exalt his name, and 
Shout louder praises. 
7 Then to the wisdom of our Lord and Master 
I will commit all tiiat I have or wish for ; 
Sweetly as babes sleep will I give my life up 
When call'd to yield it. 



210. 

YE children of Jesus, who are bound for thfe 
kingdom. 
Come, tune all your voices, and help me to 
sing 
Loud anthems ofpraises to my blessed Jesus , 
For he is my Prophet, my Priest, and my Kin^ 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 477 

When Jesus first found nic, to licll I was g"oing^. 
His love did surround me, and sav'd me from 

ruin ; 
He kindly embraced me, and from sin he saved 

me. 
And taught me aloud his sweet praises to sing^. 

2 Why should you go mourning from such a Phy- 

sician, 
Who 's able and willing your sickness to cure? 
Come to him believing, though bad 's your con- 
dition. 
His Father has promis'd your case to insure. 
My soul he has heaJ'd, my heart it rejoices ; 
He has brought me to Zion, to join the glad 

voices ; 
I'll serve him, and praise him, and always adore 
him. 
Till we meet in glory, where parting's no 
more. 

3 My heart 's now in heaven, to Jesus ascended ; 

I'm bound to press forward to the mark, for 

the prize, 
And when my temptations and trials are ended, 
On the wings of bright seraphs my soul it 

shall rise. 

Christians, I'm happy in this contemplation, 
My soul it drinks in the sweet streams of sal- 
vation ; 

1 long to be flying, that I may be vying 
With all the bright angels that shout in the 

skies. 

4 Cheer up, ye dear pilgrims, fair Canaan 's be- 

fore you; 
V'e'll scale the bright mountains, till shout- 
ing free grace ; 
Od Jerusalem's bright border we'll sing halle- 
lujah, 
■ nd sit in the smiles of sweet Jesus'o 



$78 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

No sorrow, no sighing", no weeping, no mouriring' 
To those who have entered, there is no return 

ing; 
But feasting, and drinking, and shouting, and 

singing, 
All glory to Jesus, who brought this free grace. 

5 My soul's full of glory, I'll not stay much 

longer ; 
Bright angels in heaven now call me away ; 
My spirit in Jesus grows stronger and stronger, 
My soul now exults for to see the glad day. 
O Christians ! O Christians ! O, would you not 

rather 
Be shouting in glory with your elder brother. 
Where clouds and temptations, sins, pains and 
vexations 
Are all lost for ever, in perfect bright day ? 

6 This moment the angels are hovering around U9, 

And joining witli mortals to praise our sweet 
king ; ^ 
And waiting for Jesus to bless and to crown us, 

And make all the arches ki heaven to ring. 
There, with our dear father, we'll meet one an- 
other, 
The wife and the husband, the sister and brother, 
In the fathomless ocean of love's sweet emotion, 
Salvation through Jesus for ever we'll sing. 



211. 

YE children of Zion, who're aiming for glory^ 
Enlisted with Jesus to fight against hell, 
New Canaan's bright borders ar-e now just be- 
fore you. 
Though Jordan's profud billows its banks 
ovorrwell. 
Ten thousand have cross'd it and are now in 

glory 
Are shouting and telling the triumphant story 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 479 

I *.* or v^t*^ dear Saviour will take us all over, 

^ . ^-ksj UmI of sweet Canaan for e\XT to dwell. 

2 T^»^ kJih^es r\y heart joyful, and fills me with 

TV -"^vUiT'ur^ and toiling will one day be o'er; 

To thee, O n\) Jesus, I'll then tell my story, 

Where sin, jAiin and sorrow can reach me no 

more. 

Be bold and courageous, and fear not the devil, 

Though he should speak of you all manner of 

evil ; 
Although Satan rages, yet Jesus engages 
To bring us all shouting to Canaan's bright 
shore. 
\ Like ships on the ocean, we're tost by com- 
motion ; 
Yet Christ is our pilot, he is a sure guide ; 
If sick and afflicted, kind love, O sweet oceasi I 
Which flows in abundance from Jesus' side, 
Tho' Satan's wild whirlwinds, like deluges 

roaring, 
And floods of temptation, like hail, are down 

pouring ; 
Tho' devils should haunt you, yet let them 
not daunt you, 
For Jesus rules over the wind and the tide. 
4 I feel his love blazing, my spirits are raising ; 
Had I an angel's pinions, aw^ay I would go, 
And see that bright City^ and hear angels 
praising. 
And there the sweet beauties of Jesus would 
know. 
To the great Triune God, that shines thro* 

all heaven. 
All glory from saints and from angels be given ; 
My heart's all on fire ; my Jesus draws nigher, 
His love, like an ocean, all thro' me doth flow. 



480 SHRITUAL SOIVGS. 

5 His love so constrains me, this world cant 
contain me ; 
My soul's like a bottle that's full of new wine ; 
*Tis grace that supports me, and grace that 
upholds me, 
While beams from sweet heaven all around 
me do shine ; 
Bright angels attend me wherever I'm going ; 
Sweet Jesus beholds me whatever I'm doing ; 
A subject of wonder, on which angels ponder, 
That beggars are raised to a life so divine* 



212. 

YE happy children, who follow Jesus 
Unto the house of prayer and praise; 
Who're join'd in uniform, while love increase* 

Resolv'd this way to spend your days; 
Although oppos'd by the world and Satan, 

The flesh, and such as know not God, 
Yet happy moments and joyful seasons 
We often find on Canaan's road. 

2 While we've been waiting on lovely Jesus, 

We've felt some streams come from abovt^ 
Our hearts have burn'd with holy rapture. 

And long'd to be with Christ above. 
Then let us hold fast what he has given. 

And trust to him for what 's to come ; 
Sure we shall find our way to heaven , 

So, farewell brethren, we're going home* 

3 But as we go, let 's praise our Jesus, 

And pray for them that spurn his grace 
Lest they should lose the richest treasure, 

And ne'er enjoy God's smiling face. 
Now here 's my heart and my best wishes, 

In token of my Christian love. 
In hope with you to praise our Jesus; 

So, farewell brethren, let 's meet above^ 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 481 

213. 

YE sons of the main, ye who sail o'er the flood, 
Whose sins, big as mountains, have 
reach'd up to God ; 
Remember your voyage of life soon will end ; 
Now come, brother sailors, make Jesus your 
friend. 

2 Look astern on your life, see your 'wake mark'd 

with sin ; 
Look ahead, see what torments you'll soon 

founder in ; 
The hard rocks of death soon will beat cot 

your keel, 
Then your vessel and cargo will all sink to hell. 

3 Lay by your old compass, 'twill do you no good. 
It ne'er will direct you the right way to God ; 
Mind your helm, brother sailor, and don't fall 

asleep, 

Watch and pray, night and day, lest you sink 
in the deep. 

Spring your luff, brother sailor, the breeze is 
now fair, 

Turn your sails to the wind, and these tor- 
ments you'll clear ; 

Your leading star, Jesus, keep full in your view. 

You'll weather all dangers, he'll bring you 
safe through. 
15 Renounce your old captain, the devil, straight- 
way. 

The creed you now sail with will lead you astray; 

Desert their black colours, come under the red, 

Where Jesus is captain ; to conquest he'll lead. 
6 His standard unfurl'd, see it wave thro' the air, 

And volunteers coming from far off and near ; 

Now's the time, brother sailor, no longer delay ; 

Embark now with Jesus, good wages he'll pay. 
V 



4S2 SPIRITL'AL SOi\GS. 

7 The bounty he'll pay when the voyage doth 

beg-in ; 
He'll forgive your transgressions, save and 

cleanse you from sin ; 
Good usage he'll give while you sail on the way, 
And shortly you'll anchor in heaven's broad bay. 

8 In the harbour of glory for ever you'll ride, 
Free from quicksands, and dangers, and sin's 

rapid tide ; 
Waves of death cease to roll, and the tempest 

be o'er, 
Tiie hoarse breath of Boreas dismast you no 

more. 

9 Tiie tarpaulin jacket no longer you'll wear. 
But ropes dipp'd in heaven, all white, clean 

and fair ; 
A crowm on your head that would dazzle the sriiv 
And from glory to glory for ever you'll run. 



^14. 

YE saints of God, come hear me tell 
The v\-onders of Imraanuel; 
How lie doth send his truth abroad, 
To bring lost sinners home to God. 
He sends his truth with power divine, 
And searches out the inmost mind ; 
Exposes sin most plain to view, 
And tells the sinner wliat to do ; 
Namely, repent and turn to God, 
And thereby shun his vengeful rod 
2 I was much plagued with outward sin. 
But more with that which dwelt within, 
Wliich oft-times barr'd my Saviour out, 
And kept me in distress and doubt ; 
But now my sins are driven away, 
By brilliancy of Gospel day, 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 483 

Which shines so clear, I must believe 
That I do in mv Saviour live 
A lilc of love, a heaven bclon- ; 
I've not a doubt, I feel it so. 

3 How grateful, tlien, oug-ht I to prove, 
For the sweet tokens of his love, 

Wliich cheer my heart and make me whole. 
And stamp his image on my soul I 
A debtor great, I sure shrJl be, 
To him whose jx)wer hath saved me. 
A heaven of love he hath bestow'd, 
Which stays my mind on him, my God ; 
And what doth much increase my store, 
When I ask him, he gives me more. 

4 Come, brethren dear, whose joys abound 
By hearing precious Gospel sound, 
Cheer up your hearts, and strong believe 
In Christ, wlio ever, ever lives. 
Although your race is not quite run. 
You feel your heaven is now begun. 
Then let us raise a holy song". 

And praise him as we go along" 
To joys above, where wc shall be 
Happy to all eternity. 



215, 

YE travellers to Paradise, that happv, bliss- 
ful state. 
Whose name, and ways, and spirit, a wicked 

world doth hate ; 
Your highway lies before you, and upward 

doth ascend. 
And leads you on to glory, to see your dearest 
friend ; 
a A friend that 's nearer to you than any 
brother here, 
Your Lord ind only Saviour your great Re- 
deem ? dear 



484 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Who once a human body upon himself did take^ 
Poor sinners heirs of glory eternally to make ; 

3 Who suffer'd, bled, and groan'd and died 

upon the Roman cross, 

To make atonement for our sins, and to re- 
trieve the lost. 

lie gain'd our pardon, when he died, and sc 
remov'd the curse. 

And then ascended up on high, to intercede 
for us. 

4 Exalted then at God's right hand, the loving 

Lamb doth sit, 
And shows his wounded body, his head, his 

hands and feet ; 
He pleads his matchless merit, before his Fa^ 

ther's throne. 
And sends us down a Spirit, and holds ua 

out a crown. 

5 Come, brethren, look upon tliat crown, an^ 

see how bright it shines, 
Exceeding far in lustre Diana's silver shrines ; 
lis value is immensely great, surpassing hu 

man thought. 
So rich a crown was never yet for gold or 

silver bought. 

6 A crown of joy and endless life, the specie^ 

gift of God, 
To which we have a title, thro' faith ir Jesus* 

blood ; 
And your title still shall hold ; you still by 

faith may view ; 
The Lamb was slain, but lives agf .in, to in 

tercede for you. 
T Do not grow faint and weary, as many a on^ 

hath done ; 
But finish. w^ell your journey, as you hava 

now begun, 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 485 

You're on a state of trial, and that will shortly 

end, 
And you'll ascend to ^lory, to see your deafest 

friend. 
8 Xot transiently to visit, and then from him 

remove ; 
But dwell for ever near liim, and ever taste 

his love. 
There sin shall cease to trouble, temptations 

all are o'er ; 
O brethren, keep a closer Vv'alk, and love your 

Jesus more. 



210 

YOUNG people all, attention give. 
And hear v.-hat I do say ; 
I want your souls with Christ to live. 

In everlasting^ day. 
Remember you are hastening on, 

To death's dark, gloomy shade ; 
Your joys on earth will soon be gone, 

Your flesh in dust be laid. 
> Death's iron s^ate you must pass through. 

Ere long, niy dear young friends ; 
Where then do you expect to go ; 

Where will your souls then land ? 
Pray meditate, before too kte. 

While in a Gospel land ; 
Behold, King Jesus at the gate- 
Most lovingly doth stand I 
3 Young men, how can you turn your face 

From such a glorious Friend ? 
Will you pursue the dang'rous race? 

O, don't you fear the end ? 
Will you pursue the dang'rous road 

Tliat leads to death and hell ? 



486 SPIRITUAL SONGS. 

Will you refuse all peace with God, 
Witii devils for to dwell ? 

4 Young- ladies, too, what will you do, 

If out of Christ 3^0 u die ? 
From all God's people you must go, 

To weep, lament and cry ; 
Where none the least relief can bring-, 

To mitigate your pain, 
And you no more with Christians sing, 

Nor ever with them reign. 

5 Come young, come old, I pray, then view 

The fountain open'd wide. 
The spring of life, open for you, 

That fiows from Jesus' side. 
There you may drink in endless joy, 

And reign vritli Christ, our king ; 
For his glad notes our souls employ, 

Loud Hallelujahs sing. 



217. 

YOUNG peo'ple all, attention give. 
While I address you in God's name , 
You who in sin and folly live, 

Come hear tlie counsel of a friend. 
I sought for bliss and glittering toys. 

And rang'd th' alluring fields of vice ; 
But never found substantial joys. 

Until I found my Saviour's voice. 
He spake at once my sins forgiven, 

And took my load of guilt away ; 
He gave me happiness and heaven. 

And turn'd my darkness into day. 
And now, with trembling saints I view 

Huge billows roll beneath your feet, 
And death eternal waits for you. 

Who slight the force of Gospel truth. 



SPIRITUAL SONGS. 487 

3 Youth, like llic spriiif^, will soon be g"onc, 

B}' fleeting- time and conqucrinor death ; 
Your morning- sun may set at noon, 

And leave you ever in the dark. 
Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks 

IMust wither, like the blasted rose ; 
The coiHn, eartli and winding-sheets 

Will soon yoiu: active limbs inclose. 

4 Ye heedless ones, that widely rove, 

The grave will soon become your bed. 
Where darkness reigns, and vapours move, 

In solemn silence, round your head. 
Yo\u friends will pass the lonesome place, 

And with a sigh marcli slowly on, 
Still gazing at the sprigs of grass, 

Which shall your bodies be o'ergrown. 

5 But Oh I the soul, where vengeance reigns, 

It sinks, with groans and bitter cries ; 
It rolls amidst the burning flames, 

In deep distress and agonies ; 
Now swallow'd up in darkest night. 

Where devils howl and thunders roar, 
Tortur'd with keen despair and guilt, 

Where thousand thousand years roil o'er, 
G O, fellow youth, this is the state 

Of all who Christ tJie Lord refuse ; 
And soon with you 'twill be too late 

The way of hfe in Christ to choose. 
Come, lay your carnal weapons dov.*n, 

No longer fight against your God ; 
But with my mission now comply. 

And heaven shall be your great reward. 

To young People. 

YOUNG people all, in blooming days, 
Hear what your Lord and Saviour says? 



' f 



483 SPIRITUAL SOXGa 

'Now is tiie time to seek my face, 
' And to receive my Gospel grace.' 

2 In Gospel banner now he stands, 
With peace and pardon in his hands 
Offering to siimers in their prime, 
Come, now is the accepted time. 

3 ' Come, you that mourn, lament and weep, 
' Wi]o long to be among my sheep ; 

* 'Tis my delight to set you free 

' From sin, and death, and misery. 

4 ' Poor broken hearts, why do you mourn 
' Like to some lonesome dove forlorn I 

' I am your Saviour, come, rejoice, 

* I bare your sins upon the cross.' 

5 Forsake tliis world and all its fame, 
Take up the cross, despise the shame , 
And now pursue the living way, 
That leads to everlasting day. 



A FORM OF MATRIMONY. 4S9 



A FORM OF MATRIMONY. 

Dearly Beloved ; 

We arc g^athercd together in the presence 
of Almig-hty God, and before tliese witnesses, to 
solemnize the rites of matrimony between A. B. 
and C. D. If any person or persons can show any 
just cause or lawful reason why they may not be 
lawfully united in matrimony, let them now make 
it known, or for ever after hold their peace. 

Please to join right hands. 

[The hriflegroom shall then, icith his right hand, 
take the bride by her right hand.] 

Do you. Sir, take this woman, whom you hold 
by the hand, to be your lav»^ful and married wife, 
and do you solemnly promise and covenant, in the 
presence of Almighty God and these vritnesses, 
tjiat you will be unto her a loving and faitlifui 
husband, until you shall be separated by death ? 

[T7ie man shall answer, I do.] 

Do you. Madam, take this man, vrhom you hold 
by thxC hand, to be your lawful and married hus- 
band, and do you solemnly promise and covenant, 
in the presence of Almighty God and these wit- 
nesses, that you will be unto him a loving, faithful 
and obedient wife, until you shall be separated by 
death ? 

[The woman shall answer, I do.] 

I pronounce this couple lawfully united as hus- 
band and wife. ' What God hath joined together 
let no man put asunder.' I\Iay the blessing of the 
Lord God rest upon their lot for ever. 

[Close with prayer.] 

V2 



( 490 ) 

THE 

BELIEVER'S 
TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW. 

A POEM. 



nnO-DAY the Saint with time has things to do; 
-*- To-morrow, joyful, bids them all adieu; 
To-day he darkly sees as through a glass; 
To-morrow views his Jesus face to face ; 
To-day corrected by a chast'ning rod; 
'J'o-morrow solaced by the smiles of God. 

2 U'o day lie's burden'd with the weijrht of sin ; 
To-morrow purified from every stain. 
To-day he 's watchinw, fighting, full of fears; 
'J'o-iiiorrow palms of victory he bears; 
"i'o-day he 's persecuted, jeer'd and scorn'd ; 
To-morrow with a glorious crown adorn'd. 

3 To-day he feels his wants exceeding great; 
To-morrow he enjoys a large es:tate ; 
To-day a suppliant at the mercy-seat; 
To-morrow casts liis cross at Jesus' feet ; 
To-day he sighs, he mourns, he looks, he longs ; 
To-morrow all his sighs are turn'd to songs. 

4 To-day he's rack'd with pain and sore distress; 
To-morrow triumphs in eternal bliss; 

'J'o-day to sow in tears is his employ; 
To-morrow bears his sheaves of heavenly joy ; 
To-day he lives by faith, and leans on hope; 
To-morrow in fruition swallow'd up. 

5 To-day with saints on earth he dwells in lov« ; 
To-morrow joins the glorious host above; 
To-day in feeble strains he tunes a song; 
To-morrow sings with an immortal tongue; 
To-day be gets a taste of peace and love; 
To-morrow drinks full draughts of bliss above, 

6 ^o-rtay liis sweetest frames may from him fly; 
To-morrow fill'd with joys that never die ; 
To-day in God's commands he loves^ to run; 
To-morrow hears the plaudit of 'Well doHe P 
To-tlayhe's on the road to happiness; 
To-morrow he'll eternally possess. 



(491 ) 

THE 

SIXXER'S 
TO-DAY AXD T0-3I0RR0W, 

A POE-M. 



r^C'-DAY ihe sinner's state is much admir'd; 
-*- To-morrow finds his wretched soul required; 
To-day seeks what to eat and drink and wear; 
L'o-morrow phing'd ia ruiu and despair. 
To-day puts oil repenting for his sin ; 
To-morrow finds no time to do it in; 
To-day thinks how to pass the time away; 
ro-morrow needs that time to mourn and pray 
To-day he would be counted rich and great; 
To-morrow feels his miserable state: 
To-day he hopes he never will be lost : 
To-morrow all his hopes give up the ghost. 

4 Fo-day his conscience sleeps and is secure : 
To-mornuv shocks him wiih its dreadtul roar; 
To-day his sins are lovely in his sight: 
To-morrow they his wretched soul affright. 

£ To-day he ne\^r thinks of what's to come ; 

To mtrrow finds his sad, eternal home; 

To-day his worldly trea-ure has his heart ; 

To-morrow must with that and heaven part. 
U To-day ho fain would be accountetl wise ; 

To-morrow is a fool to his surprise : "" 

To-day the jovial crew is his delisht , 

To-morrow ghastly finds his soul aiiright. 
7 To-day o'er flowing cups his healtlts are sung; 

To-morrow wants a drop to cool liis tonsue; 

To-day he slishts God's law and gospel-call ; 

To-morrow has to answer for it al!. 

5 To-day the great salvation ho rejects: 
To-morrow perishes ihroush his nejlects ; 
To-day he slights the children of the King; 
To-morrow sees them shine, and hears them sing 

9 To-day he proudly glories in his shame; 
To-morrow is -tormented by the same ; 
To-day takes pleasure in the wav to hell; 
To-morrow there eternally must dwell. 



INDEX. 



Adax, our filthier and oar head 21 

Afflictions, tliouiih they seem severe -, 23o 

A form of words, though e'er so sound 68 

Ah, lovely appearance of death 236 

Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed 30 

All you that profess to be going to glory 237 

Almighty love inspire :. .' 240 

Amazing grace ! i h >\v sweet the sound) 00 

Am I a soldier of the cross 241 

And am I born to die 153 

And did the holy and the just 135 

And is thy lovely shadow tied 242 

And let this feeble body fail 242 

And must I part with all I have 98 

And must this body die 103 

And will the Judge desc-^nd 2-27 

Angels roll the rock away 37 

Arise, my soul, arise 243 

Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise 22 

As near "to Calvary I pass 32 

As on th ? cross the Saviour hung 244 

Assist thy servant, Lord 7 SS 

Astonishd and distressd HI 

Awake, awake the sacred 2G 

Awaked t>\- Sinai's awful sound 24.5 

Awake, my h?art ; aris.°. my tongue G7 

Awake, my soul, and with the sun 6 

Awake, njy soul, in joyf.il lays 102 

Awake, n»y soul, to meet the day 6 

Awake, ye sleepin? souls, awake 2-2o 

Away, my doubts ;'bogone, my fears 246 

Away, my unbelieving fear 247 

Backsliders, who your miseries feel 24a 

Backsliding souls, return to God 101 

Backward with humble shame 23 

Before Jehovah's awful throne 213 

Begone, unb.^licf, my Saviour is 249 

Behold the love, the grace of God 2.5fl 

Behold the sin-atoni. 12 «.amb 2oI 

Behold with awfui Don)p 226 



494 IXDEX. 

Believers own they are but blind "^1 

Beside the gospel pool l^*) 

Blest morning, whose young dawning 3ti 

Blest are the souls that hear ^ 

Blest be the Father and his love 10 

Blest be the tie that bi nds 1^2 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow 0,5.3 

Brethren, farewell, I do you tell 253 

Brethren, we have met a?aiu 2.54 

Brethren, while we sojourn here 2oa 

Bright scenes of glory strike my sense 2od 

Broad i:» the road that leads to death 181 

Buried in shadows of the night 70 

Burst, ye emerald gates, ar.d bring ^ . . 237 

By the poor widow's oil and meai Ia9 

Children of the heavenly King 2.")S 

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day 34 

Como, all harmonious touL'ues <)2 

Come, all ye mourning souls 2t o 

Come, all ye people, of every nation 2i53 

Come, all ye saints and sinners 25S 

Come, all ye weary pilgrims 2i;0 

Come, all ye' weary travellers li'o 

Come, all you who ever have n;ercy 2G2 

Come and taste along with me 2i)6 

Come away to the skies 2o7 

Come, brethren and sisters, that love my 2^3 

Come, brethren and sisters, that love one 2(39 

Come, children of heaven, and help us 271 

Come, dearest Lord, and bless 58 

Come, dearest Lord, descend 90 

Come, friends and relations, let 's join 273 

Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove ](K) 

Come, guilty souls, and tiee away 144 

Come, happy souls, approach your God 180 

Come hither, all ye weary souls 148 

Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove 8-2 

Come humble sinner, in whose breast 149 

Come in, ye blessed of our God , 118 

Come, let me love, or is my mind IGG 

Come, lot us join our cheerful songs 168 

Come, let us join with sweet 53 

Come, let us lift our voices hi^h 140 

Come, Lord, and help us to rejoice 274 

Come, my soul, thy suit prepare 275 

Come, my dear friends, and mourn 276 

Come, ray soul, and let us try 277 



INDEX 495 

romc now. my dear brethren, an:' help 2-0 

Coiiie now, my dear brethren, I bid 2---2 

Come on, my partners in distress ^3 

Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell 284 

Come, soldiers of Jesus, awake from ii^li 

Come, thou fount of every blessing VJO 

Come, tune, ye saints, your 40 

Come, we that love the Lord 104 

Come, ye Christians, sins the praises 2r7 

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched 283 

Come, .ve that fear the Lord 109 

Come, ye that know and f^^ar the Lord J84 

Come, ye that know the Ixjrd indeed 2^i0 

Conslrain'd by love, we come 120 

Dark and thorny is the desert 201 

Day of Judjimcnt. day of ponders 2^2 

Dearest Saviour, help thy servant c5 

Dear friends farewell, I go to dwell 2v?3 

Death, he is the king of terror 204 

Dea-.h ! tis a melancholy day 225 

Decei v'd by subtle snares of hell 22 

Deserters, to the camp return IGl 

Did Christ o'er sinners weep 84 

Dismiss us with thy blessing. Lord 91 

Disrobd of all his heavenly dress 73 

Do not I love thee. O my Lord 152 

Dost thou my profit seek 184 

Do we not know that solemn word 1-2.5 

Dov. n by the water-sias we meet 127 

Dread Sovereign, let my evening song II 

Droopi fig souls, do longei" grieve T 29G 

Early, ray God, without delay 202 

Earth has engross'd my love too 297 

Election I 'tis a word divine 56 

Ericompass'd with clouds of distress 208 

Encouragd by thy word 209 

Enlisted in the cause of sin 301 

Eternal God, Almighty cause 13 

Eternal God. now smile on those 76 

Eternal power, whose high abode 18 

Eternity is just at hand 106 

Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends 216 

Farewell, loving Christians, the time is 302 

Farewell, my brethren in the Lord 304 

Farewell, vain world, I'm going home 30o 



496 INDEX. 

Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone £0 

Form of matrimony 4g9 

From all that 's mortal, ail that 's 30§ 

From thee, my God, my joys shall rise 167 

From tiie regions of love, io ! -an angel 307 

From whence doth this union arise 11)8 

Gaze on, spectators, and behold 125 

Gird thy loins up. Christian soldier . . .-. 207 

Glorious things of thee are spoken 308 

Glory to thee, my God, this night 11 

God of my salvation, hear. 310 

God of the morning, at whose 8 

God moves in a mysterious way 179 

Go, missionaries, and proclaiui 63 

Go, read the third of Matthew 123 

Go, teach the nations, and baptise 122 

Grace ! 'tis a charming sound 57 

Gracious Lord, incline thine ear 311 

Great God, indulge my humble claim 79 

Great God of wonders, all thy ways .53 

Great God, we in thy courts appear 122 

Hail ! Father, hail ! Eternal Son 93 

Hail ! sovereign love, that first began 311 

Hail ' the blest morn, when the great 312 

Hail ! the day that saw him rise 199 

Hail ! ye sighing sons of sorrow 313 

Happy the church, thou sacred 114 

Flark ! brethren, don't you hear the sound 3J4 

Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound 219 

Hark ! how the gospel trumpet sounds 310 

Hark ! listen to the trumpeters 317 

Hark ! Jo, we hear the turtle dove 3J8 

Hark! my soul, it is the Lord 319 

Hark ! the gospel trumpet 's sounding .320 

Hark! the herald angels sing 25 

Hark ! the jubilee is sounding 321 

Hark ! the melodious, heavenly 27 

He comes, he comes, the judge severe 322 

He comes, he comes to judge the world 231 

He dies! the friend of sinners, dies « . 323 

He lives, the great Redeemer lives 41 

Here, at thy cross, my dying God 157 

Here, at thy table. Lord, we meet 132 

High on a throne my Lord doth sit 68 

Hosanna to Jesus ! I'm fill'd with 324 

Hosanna to Jesus 1 my soul, rise 32w 



I 



INDEX. 497 

How charming is the place 116 

How condescending, and how kind 131 

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the 213 

How firm, how blissful is the place 115 

How glorious is our heavenly King 327 

How great, how terrible that God 228 

How happy are th-iy 327 

How happy, how loving, how joyful I feel 329 

How happy is the Christian's state 107 

How happy 's every child of grace 330 

How happy 's every child of grace 332 

How lost was my condition 334 

How oft have sin and ^atan strove 87 

How pleasant, how divinely fair 116 

How precious is the book divine 333 

How sad and awful is my state 112 

How sweet and awful is the place 143 

How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 4G 

Hov,- tedious and tasteless the hours 335 

How vain are the pleasures of time 33i5 

How various, and how new 338 

How wond'rous great, how glorious 15 

Humble souls, who seek salvation 121 

Hungry, and faint, and poor &3 

I AH a stranger here below , 212 

I ask'd the Lord that I might grow 10^1 

I know that my Redeemer lives 3;W 

111 praise my Maker with my breath 203 

111 sing my Saviour's grace 340 

I long to see the season come 147 

I'm not asham'd to own my Lord 210 

I'm on my way to Zion 342 

I'm tir'd of visits, modes, and forms 343 

In age and feebleness extreme Ic5 

In all my Lord's appointed ways 345 

In de dark wood, no Indian . .'. 345 

In evil long I took delight IGO 

Infinite excellence is thine 43 

Infinite grace! and can it be 54 

Infinite grief! amazing woe 31 

In Jordan's tide the Baptist stands 120 

Inquiring souls, who lona to find 182 

In the house of King David a fountain 34tj 

In thine own ways. O God of love 217 

In vain men talk'of livins faith 163 

In vain we lavish out our lives 14G 

I send tke joys of earth away 15^3 



498 L\DEX. 

I thirst, bLTt not as once I did 347 

It is a glorious mystery . ? 348 

I've found the pearl of greatest price j .... 47 

I've listed in the holy war 349 

I walkd abroad one morning fair 350 

I want a heart to pray 103 

I would, but cannot, sing 103 

Jerusalem, my happy home 351 

Jesus, and shall it ever be 50 

Jesus, at thy command 352 

Jesus dear name, how sweet it sounds 69 

Jesus drinks the bitter cup 353 

Jesus, engrave it on my heart 53 

Jesus, grant us all a blessing 354 

Jesus, I love thy cliarmiug name ^S 

Jesus, in thy transporting name 87 

Jesus !n viies his saints 137 

Jesus i.<5 gone above the skies ]38 

Jesus, Igi thy pitying eye 355 

Jesus, mighty King in Zion 119 

Jesus, my al', to heaven is gone 356 

Jesus, my Lord, my soul's delicht .5-2 

Jesus, my Saviour, and my God 176 

Jesus' precious name excels 35G 

Jesus, the iieavenly lover, jjave 357 

Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend 358 

Jesus, thou great exalted Kin^ . 73 

Jesus, thv blood and righteousness 06 

Jesus, with all thy saints above 355 

Joy to the world, the Lord is come 185 

IjET al! our tongues be one 133 

Let everv mortal ear attend 145 

Let God ,' the Father, and the Son 95 

Let mo dwell on Golgotha 359 

Let sinners have th?ir course 186 

Let the old heathens tune their song 170 

Let thy kiirgdom, blessed Saviour 360 

Let us ask th' important question 361 

Life is the time to serve the Lord 81 

Lo ! he comes with clouds descending 362 

Lo ! he Cometh, countless trumpets 204 

Look up, ve saints, direct your eyes 20 

Lord, at thy table I behold i:^ 

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing 92 

Lord, in the morning thou shalt 59 

Lord, we come before thee now 83 



i 



INDEX 499 

Lord, what a heaven of savinir grace 190 

Lord, what a thou^litless wretch was 1 204 

Lord, w liat a wretched land is this 188 

Lord, when iny thoughts with wonder roll 153 

Lord, when thou didst ascend on high 37 

Lord, when together liere we meet 363 

Lord, where we cast our eyes abroad 65 

Love divine ! how sweet the sound 84 

Love is the sweetest bud that bloAvs 177 

Lukewarm souls, the foe grows stronger 364 

jMany woes had Christ endured 365 

Mixtures of joy and sorrow I daily 366 

Mortals, awake, with angels join 24 

My days, my weeks, my mouths, my years 368 

My dear Redeemer and my Lord 27 

]\Iy God, how endless'is thy love 9 

My God, how perfect are thy ways 97 

My God, my h -ant with love intlame 370 

My God, my life, my love 172 

My God, my portion, and my love 173 

My God. thy spring of all my joys 170 

My Goii v.as with me all the night 5 

!My ffraci»>us Redeemer I love 371 

My h3ad and stay is calld away 372 

My Lord, my Saviour died 373 

My loving fellow-travellers, who are 374 

My rising soul, with strong desires 89 

My sorrows like a ilood . ." 99 

>iy soul, come meditat-^' tlie day 222 

•My soul doth magnify the Lord 376 

My soul, now arise, my passions 377 

My soul 's full of glory, inspiring 373 

XoT to condemn the sons of men 156 

Now begin the heavenly theme 3^ 

Now, brethren, ere we part 95 

Now, from the altar of our hearts 10 

Now in the heat of youthful blood 156 

Now let our pains be all forgot . - 140 

Now let our souls oa wings sublime 179 

Now let us raise our cheerful strains : 40 

Now, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart 77 

Now one day more of life is gone 10 

Now to the Lord a noble song 2(X) 

Now to this place Tm eonie to day 124 

Now we are met in holy fear 381 

Now, while the gospe! net is cast 76 



500 INDEX. 

O'er the gloomy hills of darkness 381 

Of all the joys we mortals know 175 

Of him who did salvation bring 50 

O, for a tlioiisand tongues to sing 353 

O, give mo, Lord, my sins to mourn 382 

O glorious hope of perfect love 383 

O happy time, long waited for 384 

Oh ! for a closer walk with God 105 

Oh ! for a glance of heavenly day lij'2 

O how I have lonu'd for thee 38;1 

O ! how shall I myself assure 110 

Oh ! if my soul were formed for woe 215 

O Jesus ! my Saviour, I know tJiou art 3H<i 

O Jesus, mv Saviour, to thee I submit 3B7 

O Lord of hosts, my God and King 388 

O, may I worthy prove, to see 389 

O my God 1 and liast thou sent 86 

Once in this world I wanderd forth 30J 

Once more, before we part 91 

Once more, my soul, the rising day 7 

Once more we come before our God 77 

One spark, O God, of heavenly fire 39'2 

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand 393 

On wings of faith, mount up, my 304 

O sinners, fly to Jesus' arms 145 

O, tell me no more of this vain world's 395 

O, that I had a bosom friend 305 

O, that I knew the secret place 106 

O, thou God of my salvation 398 

O thou great source of light and love C5 

O, thou, in whose presence my soul 399 

Our Father, God, adore 95 

Our Lord is risen from the dead 39 

Our Saviour alone, the Lord, let us bless 401 

Our spirits join t' adore the Lamb 142 

O when shall I see Jesus 2U8 

O ye immortal throng 102 

Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair 171 

Poor sinners, little do they think 154 

Poor, weak and worthless though I am 46 

Praise God, from whom all blessings 95 

Prayer was appointed to convey - . 61 

Precious Bible ! what a treasure • 403 

Proud Babylon yet waits her doom - . 63 

Quite weary, near to faint 404 



INDEX. 501 

F *.T?E your triumphant sonars 187 

Kejoicc, my friends, the Lord is 405 

Religion is the chief concern 101 

Renurnber now, my children dear 407 

Remember, sinful youth, you must 408 

Renew'd by «rrace. we love the word 409 

Rcpv»ntance is a gift bestow'd 16*2 

Repent, the voice celestial cries 175 

Rei>eiit. ye sons of men, repent 409 

Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground 14 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 410 

S,s.lem's bright King, Jesus by name 411 

Salvation ! O melodious sound 412 

Salvalion ! O the joyfal sound 210 

Salvation I what a glorious plan 413 

Savd by grace, I live to tell 414 

Save me, O God ! the swelling floods 205 

Baviojr. I do feel thy merit. ." 415 

Saviour of men. and Lord of love 9? 

Savio jr, visit thy plantation 4K5 

Saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my 417 

See the fountain opend wide 418 

Self-righteous souls on works rely 55 

Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes 419 

Show pity. Lord ! O Lord, forgive 150 

7i:iner, art thou still secure .^ 420 

Sinner, hear the Saviour's call. .^ 421 

Sinners, lift up your hearts 423 

Sinners, obey the gospel word 144 

Sinner, that shimbrest on the brink 229 

So fair a face bedew'd with tears 135 

let our lips and lives express 94 

Sovereign grace has p^wer alone 424 

Stay, thou insulted spirit, stay 151 

Still, out of the deepest abyss 424 

Sloop down, ray thoughts, that us"d to rise 218 

Stop, poor sinner, stop and think 425 

Strange and mysterious is my life 426 

Strange that so much of heaven 112 

Blretchd on the cross the Saviour dies 29 

Sweet riv'ors of redeeming love 427 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing 429 

Sweet was tne time when first I felt 104 

Teach roe the measure of my days 186 

Thanks for mercies past receive. 94 

That awful day will surely come 23B 



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That glorious day is drawing nigh 439 

The day is past and gone 9 

The devil can self-denial use 1G4 

Thee we adore, eternal name 2-21 

Thee we adore, eternal word 83 

The glorious light of Zion is spreading 431 

The glorious Son of God 129 

The Gospels joyful sound 433 

The great Redeemer we adore 113 

The great tremendous day 's approaching 434 

The heavens declare thy Glory, Lord 73 

The hour of prayer once more is con)e CO 

The King of heaven his table spreads 13(J 

The Lord into his garden 's come 43f 

The Lord is the f)untain of goodness 43i 

The Lord, theJudge, before his throne 23; 

The Lord who rules the world's affairs 7;: 

The Lord will happiness divine 9ti 

The mighty frame of glorious grace 42 I 

The mighty God will not despise 148 ' 

The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds 21 ! 

The reason we love friendship, we will 4:TJ 

There is a fountain filTd with blood 43 

There is a heaven, above the skies 441 : 

There is a holy city, a happy world above 442 

There is a Kiiid of pleasure 444 

There's no such thing as perfect bliss 440 

The Son of Man thi-y did b(;tray 447 

nie souls that would to* Jesus press 174 

The time is swiftly rolling on 449 

The tree of life my soul hath 450 

The veil of night is now withdrawn 5 

The voice of free grace cries escape 451 

The wond'ring world inquires to know 49 

The wondrous love of Jesus, from sin 45^ 

This is a world of trouble and grief 45i 

This is the day the Lord hath made 

This life 's a dream, an empty show 

This morning let my praise arise 

This spacious earth is all the Lord's 

Thou art, O God ! a spirit pure 1^ 

Thou God of glorious maj^'ity 45 

Thou sacred Spirit, heavenly Dove 75 

Thou, for sinners once wast slain 85 

Thus was the great Redeemer })lung'd 113 

Thy church have met, O God, to hear 117 

Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my 450 

Thy names, how infinite they be. . . • -. 17 



IXDEX. 503 

Tl'.v promise. Lord, and thy command 81 

Thy \vork3 of glory, mighty Lord 199 

'Tis a p«iint I long lo know 107 

*'Tis fiiii>h'dl' so the Saviour cried 34 

'Tis tini»:h'd, 'tis done! the spirit is tied 436 

'Tis lite to know the dying Lamb 457 

'Tis my happiness belovyi 437 

To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue 44 

To-day the saint with time things 490 

To-day the sinner's state is much admir'd 491 

To distant lands thv gospel stiid 64 

To Go 1 the Father, Go<l the Son 90 

To Him that chose us tirst 57 

To him, who on the fatal tree 33 

To our Redeemer's glorious name 137 

To praise the Father and the Sw 96 

Transporting news, the Saviojir's come 4^3 

'Twas on that dark, that doleful night 130 

'p, hasted to Calvary '. 33 

Upward 1 lit't mine eyes 191 

Vain, delusive world, adieu 460 

Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear 2*23 

Vain man. to boast forbear 16-1 

Vital spark of heavenly dame 21 1 

U'ake up, my muse, condole the loss 461 

^Vandering pilgrims, mourning Christians 402 

W- 7\ve a garden, wall'd around 114 

Wtdcome, sweet day of rest 59 

W.-Jcome. ye well-belov'd of God 76 

Whate'er to thee, our Lord, belongs 127 

What is our God. and what his name 16 

Wliat lovely band is this I see 1^ 

^Vl^at poor, despised companv 463 

What think ye of Christ 1 is"the test 464 

What various hindrances we meet 62 

What wondrous love is this. O my soul 465 

Vv'hen all thy mercies. O my God 12 

When any turn from Zion's ways 176 

When blooming youth is snatch'd away 220 

When convicts first begin to sing 183 

When first the God of boundless grace 18 

When I can read my title clear 209 

Wh ?n I survey the wondrous cross i:^ 

When I was young, of tender years 467 

When Jesus dwelt in mortal clav 72 



504 INDEX. 

When Joseph his brethren beheld 46R 

When languor and disease invade 470 

When on tho cross, my Lord, I see 165 

When shall thy lovely face be seen 229 

When Thou, my righteous judge, shalt come 2J5 

When my Saviour, my Shepherd, is near 470 

When the fierce north wind 472 

While angels strike their tuneful strings 473 

While here on earth Im caird 474 

While shepherds vvaich'd their flocks by night 20J 

While sorrowg encompass me round 474 

Who can desciibe the joys that rise 85 

Why do we mourn departing friends 221 

Why should vain mortals tremble 475 

Why should we start, and fear to die. 192 

With heavenly power, O Lord, defend 74 

With melting heart, and weeping eyes 108 

With tears of anguish I lament 113 

Would you win a soul to God 74 

Ye bold, blaspheming souls 224 

Ye children of Jesus, who are bound 476 

Ye children of Zion, who're aiming 478 

Ye happy children who follow Jesus 48€ 

Ye humble souls that seek the Lord 35 

Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears 5J 

Ye saints of God, come hear me tell 48:. 

Ye sons of men, with joy record • 20 

Ye sons of the main, ye who sail 481 

Ye that pass by. behold the ma n 28 

Ye travellers to Paradise, that happy 483 

Yonder, amazing sight ! I see 29 

Young people all, attention give 485 

V^oung people all, attention give 436 

Young people all, in blooming days . 4Wt 



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